This is a song about "On the run"

While i'm making history

Run tell mommy, tattle on me,

If the feds run up on you , you're going to death row

Then all i really want is for her to go down low

Infinite run on sentence, the mic is my pendant bringing vengeance,

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

The bigger the run for

So tell me why are we at war

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

But for now, i'm on the run

Crip on the run, nipsey hustle on the gun

And last but not least please don't tell no one

Go pop some pills or something

I'm on the run, keep running

Yeah i run this earth , the globe u livin on

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb