This is a song about "Runaway"

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

I'll be right back in a bit going to find a runaway and make her my bitch

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

I runaway with lights flying, waiting till day the nights dying

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Just wanting to runaway, and to at least win that race

Cut the noose off my neck, black runaway slave

Henny in my cup don't need no chase