This is a song about "Run hide fight"

I can smell it when i go outside

//i ain't got nothin' to hide

Go run and hide before i let the beretta guide through your mind

Photogenic, windows tinted, what type of car the ferrari kind

Go run and hide your families

Got tired of running from the police

Watch them get they monica on all day

Now we fight never run away

So my cup is full, too much pain to fight

Box car children trying to hide

Walk blind into a line or fight

Music's too loud, i want to run and hide

I fucking hate this job

Run and hide and look for a cop

A smile has something to hide

She like nigga yeah right