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

I'm feelin' chris childs, you lookin' like kobe bryant jaw

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

Don't go running from the shadows

Live from the lamont's rose

I was young and running wild,

Money back on my mind

Dumbin from the lack of blood running.

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

I`m a mania tic weapon, running away from this oppression

Or was it the effect of vodka running trough your head

They two now, and haven’t seen their godfather yet

I remember the makeup running down your face

Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave