This is a song about "Niggaz on the run"

I'm holding something to make the angel and devil on your shoulder run

And there's something you ain't seeing like i block your vision

I run out on the job.

Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop

When it's all said and done

But for now, i'm on the run

When she see me on the streets, she turn around the other way and run

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Once guarded like the jail assistant

Went on the run it isn't

We are on a great run

And you can tell everyone

Their father is on the run but they see the same setting sun

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none

I'm on the run from destiny, limited rhapsody

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely