This is a song about "Running away from home"

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

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

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

You were still ducking running hiding from my previous diss

But if she wanna roll wit me she gotta blow something

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

I'da ran away from home years ago,

They all need attention, they call me a g though

Ha, dead broke tryna get a bail

When hes coming home from jail

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

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

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

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone