This is a song about "I run from the cop"

I run out on the job.

Believe me i'mma be your god

Sorry shakie but i run from flames

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

I won't bow down to crowns now, i carry the cop defiance,

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party

You the type to run your mouth then run from me

And you faker than willy wonkareal shit, i told you

I run the motherfucking system, when i want, i perk it too,

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

I hit a cop blind and pulled the revolved slide

I'll never forget, never forget the night

I run the fucking gamut

Rack, rack city shit