This is a song about "Running away from home"

Their aint no running away from the light,

Havoc on the track boi, grab it hold it tight

Make my passion to critics ? backward opinions

Running faster than these men running from they bastard sons

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

You were still ducking running hiding from my previous diss

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

For imitatin the off switch like i'm on top of my own

I never fit in with them light skins

From running past my dungeons

Fucking slapstick emcees from your home to bronx

All on the furniture with no regards

Freedoms in my zone, needs to be from home

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

See i'm ahead but you stay the snail

When hes coming home from jail