This is a song about "Runnin"

My talent should take me places i've never been

Take off runnin' or give me somethin'

Charcoal seats gray, drop tops like release dates

Bottles by the case, runnin from the jakes

Or at least inquire similar desires

Runnin' with an axe i'm mike myers/

Runnin from the life we've been given

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

What runnin' trough my veins?

While working on my mistakes

Runnin home invasions

I was playing with guns

Extraterrestrial runnin' over pedestrians

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

Or whoever really runnin it