This is a song about "No where to run"

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

Run out of drinks, no complain

Po-po wanna pick his brain, ho's wanna give him brain

Run away, run away, sometimes my mind feels no pain,

Different positions, but she still moaning the same

No one left alive is sure where to point the blame,

There is no where you can run and hide

I heard that statistic i almost cried

Closest you get to me is no where near adjacent

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

Throw up your motherfuckin middle finger

No where, beyond where, they already were.

Youve got no where to hide

Right side, right side

Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open

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