This is a song about "Running away from home"

But if she wanna roll wit me she gotta blow something

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

Born alone, work alone, die alone

Didn't graduate from highs school from problems in my home,

Running faster than these men running from they bastard sons

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

Ferrari mikes, bitch, i’m on my car show

I'da ran away from home years ago,

How i think about you every day

Might blow your mind, from miles away

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

An watch you cry trying to find the ways to try running away punk

Blue dixon running shoes hanging from laces,hearts pounding faster when

And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then