This is a song about "Running away from fights"

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

But if she wanna roll wit me she gotta blow something

Might blow your mind, from miles away

Sign on my dick that say

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection

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

New grove, still bitches don't know this a flaw

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

Criminals running from police doing barrel rolls and flips

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

While young thugs still running away from the cops

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

Running from the game just me and my wife