This is a song about "Girls on the run"

Girls on the street asking for numbers

This one's for the lovers

Get ya head bust

Went on the run it isn't

I work hard for everything i get

My wrists run red with blood splattered on the bed.

She drop it low and then she bust moves for the fellow

If the feds run up on you , you're going to death row

There has to be a place better than this, in heaven

Crip on the run, nipsey hustle on the gun

I'm on the run, keep running

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Now i see you talking on the phone to all the other girls

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks

We should appreciate the girls

And you are not around like black fathers