This is a song about "Runaway"

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

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

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

Cut the noose off my neck, black runaway slave

Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith

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

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