This is a song about "Runaway"

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

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

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

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

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

Cut the noose off my neck, black runaway slave

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