This is a song about "Ran"

Here i go again, searching for love

And i ran them like bases,

That he ran the streets, i ran the beats

Can barely walk the city streets

I ran the gestapo

Bad bitches get low

When i get my hands on nines

Until you ran out of rhymes.

Live in a nation ran by camouflaged communist,

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

And as the blood ran he felt elated

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

Ran right in ross, lookin' real prominent

With such an ugly picture in it and

When people wore pajamas and lived life slow

I'da ran away from home years ago,