This is a song about "Running away from home"

Drop the microphone, now step the fuck away from it and just go home

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

When hes coming home from jail

Cause i'm out on motherfuckin bail

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

Running faster than these men running from they bastard sons

Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone

That's why i'm dropping poems from my southern shotgun home,

Dumbin from the lack of blood running.

Blood been rushing, i'm thinking 'bout loving

Don't go running from the shadows

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

From running past my dungeons

They bringing me fish and chips