This is a song about "Run the world"

You the type to run your mouth then run from me

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

Get of the mic, beat it and run

So now she picks up the gun

We left em a world that's cursed

Heard all over the world

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Run away from the cars...

For serial killings across the world.

Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first

World on my shoulders as i run back to this my childhood

And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood

Feelin top of the world

She wanted to fight at first

Acting like you real or something

I'm on the run, keep running