This is a song about "Nowhere to run"

We be in the party like we own that bar

If you did run, it was not like you to run far

Third ward general, young cash money

From run dmc to public enemy

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

And to run me off, you gotta run me down

And to run me off, you gotta run me down

I know a little betty from downtown

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Obviously you're nowhere close to the girl i deserve,

Racing the fast track to nowhere, but the last laugh

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

Tell my hoe it aint nowhere near time to go

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window

Give you a second to run

Top ranked, number one my son