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

I ain't happy with the score

The bigger the run for

This thing that you could imagine

But for now, i'm on the run

You the type to run your mouth then run from me

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

Get of the mic, beat it and run

Niggas dying like its nothing

I'm on the run, keep running

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

And i'm not from the 'hood, so i never packed a piece,

I run u in them circles from the night till the morn,

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

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

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear