This is a song about "Girls on the run"

I run out on the job.

Say i'm not hot

See i ain't the coach, but i make a girl run till she open

When she see me on the streets, she turn around the other way and run

We are on a great run

They'll have to rename this one

I'm holding something to make the angel and devil on your shoulder run

While i'm layin in the coffinthe shit comes around so often

Take my girls out the house. leave em on the corner.

Regardless to all them, i appease her

Ross and folarin, couple women

Crip on the run, nipsey hustle on the gun

A girls self worth is the liking on her instagram

I'm respected from californ-i-a way down to japan

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Girls on the street asking for numbers