This is a song about "I just wanna runaway and never look back"

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

And for that i never look back but upon forward

I look back and and thank everybody who got me here,

Everybody, just clap your hands if your a real

I wanna get back in the ninety-three and see

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

For them to see just who they would knowbut for me i held concern

I look back at the faded past whenever i just didn't yearn,

Who’s iller, i’ll wait

I look back, mistakes were made

If i can't just be rappin' for a hobby than shit, i ain't never comin' back

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

Just wanting to runaway, and to at least win that race