This is a song about "Hit and run"

Or all them hot summers i was cooped up in the kitchen

You're a level one and i'm the devil's son you bevel run

And to run me off, you gotta run me down

Cause everytime yall come around

Bitch leme hit that home run

He’s tha only one

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

And run with motherfuckin' crews banging, controllin' blocks,

When you can run away and cry, me,

Please boo what's your size crazy

And to run me off, you gotta run me down

Illest bitch alive, realest bitch around

Go run and hide your families

Got tired of running from the police

Go run and hide your families

I'm why baby mommas leave