This is a song about "Run niggah"

Start climbing up the charts, so sick, but they tried to clown

And to run me off, you gotta run me down

Go take the "p" out, put a "w", you'll see what i got

Going out with the new niggah on her fucking block

Its ironic the way we broke up she sucked a niggah the hard way

She said i'm her hideaway i get her off like a holiday

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

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

But for now, i'm on the run

And i listen to common

Give you a second to run

There are times when you'll need someone

If you were smart then you would run.

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

This the type of shit that make a niggah twitch