This is a song about "Never run from the fedz"

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

Get of the mic, beat it and run

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

You the type to run your mouth then run from me

Sorry shakie but i run from flames

High: that's why they call us planes

And nike put em on punishment they won't ever come out

From the ville, never sold drugs man, the fuck can i rap about?/

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Wanting to run away from reality to the abdominal cavity

All the girls really want is fun

Cook up and run where i'm from, the south son,

Do you always run away from all of your problems dear?

You see the way i move, i am in another gear

Or any type of suitable living condition listen

Sorry dear/deer never gave a fuck so you better run