This is a song about "Running away from everything"

While young thugs still running away from the cops

If you talk shit, i'll make you cry and tell your big moms

From everything that was troubling me from the fucking start

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

Nigga cue me in i'm a peruvian drug lord

Running from the cops like that shit is an olympic sport,

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

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

Got shows on top of shows

Don't go running from the shadows

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

I`m a mania tic weapon, running away from this oppression

The trunk ain't raw but we running from the law

So en garde, my god we got these artists in awe

So i gotta pitch them this, for a better outcome

I'd sleep half the day away and say ima stay away from