This is a song about "Free runs"

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

...can i break free? trapped in my sins, can i break free?

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Trying to set my mind free,

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

The bloodshed's reality, it runs thick, it's tragedy

The government runs the shit, there's no game to play,

I'm takin off first, this g6 is on it's way

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Live every day like your last, time runs fast

If you ain't about money

Side em on blister free

He rises runs the game while his cleats pry

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie