This is a song about "Don t run from my fi"

Tried to warn the little nigga either stop or die

Boys don seen me. fly so high i need stop it hell is my

You the type to run your mouth then run from me

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

So she kisses the stars

Run away from the cars...

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

I try to run away from my issues, but it doesn't help at all

Cause, i need that one good time

Your raps don"t even rhyme!