This is a song about "I was running from the poluce"

See how that shit gonigga walk up in this motherfucker

I was with this one girl who was innocent from the cover

Or was it the effect of vodka running trough your head

You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet

I'm respected from californ-i-a way down to japan

Later on the grown up was running the map man

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

While young thugs still running away from the cops

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

But im the definition of darkness, don't go running from the shadows

So en garde, my god we got these artists in awe

The trunk ain't raw but we running from the law