This is a song about "Runaway"

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

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

Playing soccer, stupid, stay in a sucker's place

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