This is a song about "Runaway"

And any connotation is viewed many ways

Cut the noose off my neck, black runaway slave

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

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

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

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