This is a song about "I ran"

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

I started to tear up, i ran away and hid

To seize everything you ever wanted

I grabbed my keys, ran straight to my car

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

Dreamy little bastard, i done ran outta luck now.

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

I'll never call you bitch again

Because i ran out of ink in my pen

In fact i paved the way for takin' claim, remaining dames had best ran

We popping the fortune, not the fame, shit, you backwards, man

Like i ran my d / in their big rhino asses

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

I ran away from truth, lyrics were judgement, the beat was a noose