This is a song about "I ran"

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

In a similar fashion as when i ran my fingers through her hair

And i walk what i talk and i walk never ran

Wifey like it one minute next minute she don't, man

See boy she been in love

And i ran them like bases,

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

But those crews i ran with were tough and cold as icicles,

Then speed it up, this playing in the background

Perhaps i ran them accents into the ground

That he ran the streets, i ran the beats

And she throws up whatever she eats

Dreamy little bastard, i done ran outta luck now.

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

From l.a. to mississippi, the south, man i just ran up,

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck