This is a song about "Getting away from the city"

Run away from the cars...

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Run through the forest, run away from the cars,

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

Suspended from school coolest nigga without effort

It's stepping away from the filthy lies the dirt

Who came from the city of casa grande

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

Just keep them out of my basement and away from the tv

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

Exquisite bitch, getting lit, live from the wimbledon

He been waiting for his connection to come

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

Stay away from the friends cause in the end they all trouble