This is a song about "Runaway cries"

Let the crowd choose who can fucking last longer

She cries for help but no one saves her

Goes home afterward, cries hoping he would just die

Never meant to make your daughter to cry

But hes cursed, it hurts when she cries

Right flows down and they might go nice

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

Half your body laying on my chest

One second this bitch copies then cries for help

Cuz we'll come find you in all kinds of carssignin' out

So many memories, that she cries about

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

Your lies haven't been sold you have cries with your pot o' gold

My mother cries i listen and i can't believe my eyes.

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise