This is a song about "Runaway cries"

And i got them gold bottles, first place

Cut the noose off my neck, black runaway slave

As long as u allow all the cries

Never really been into the ice

Right flows down and they might go nice

#slit eyes, #bit you guys, bitching cries,

She cries for help but no one saves her

Let the crowd choose who can fucking last longer

She's flawless like some uncut ice

Who am i, through the cries,

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

Real eyes realise real lies, everyday i can hear your cries

So many memories, that she cries about

Is dc in the house, without a doubt

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

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