This is a song about "Runaway"

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

Cut the noose off my neck, black runaway slave

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

But you never come when you period is five days

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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

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