This is a song about "Running away"

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Them hoes be smelling that dick from so far away, they be running

They fuckin running ,motherfuckers coming

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

While young thugs still running away from the cops

Get it girl, keep that motor running

We no longer close or nothing

"how money running this world?!"

Long as she come to me first

I was twelve when the gunned you

Running with no fuckin shoe

Bun b, i’m underground king

From ireland but i'll land, running

Add me, take me, pay me it’s nothing

Dumbin from the lack of blood running.