This is a song about "Run"

And i am one of one

Give you a second to run

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

Run through the forest, run away from the cars,

Through all the rain and the pain

Run out of drinks, no complain

I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame

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

I'm a son of a gun

Going for the long run

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

You the type to run your mouth then run from me

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

When they cops come they fuckin run

They'll have to rename this one

I like to watch you run,