This is a song about "Ran off"

It's too late, you ran ran out of your last supply

Nigga i'm the shit, i've doing this since knee high

That he ran the streets, i ran the beats

Now i'm living out my dreams

We don't speak to informants, they just look for a way out

They are going to ran out like their mouth just drought.

Get you high, keep it on the low

I ran the gestapo

Pass me that bong, inhale, astronaut flow, space jam

Cos after watching u and ur shit..they all ran

Quit playin games gurl you got my head spinnin round

Perhaps i ran them accents into the ground

In fact i paved the way for takin' claim, remaining dames had best ran

No matter how much i try, stay alive, i'm a die a man

Pocket racked up all big faces

And i ran them like bases,