This is a song about "Running away from moms to girlfriends"

So all that shit you niggas kicking we ain't worried about

With my ex girlfriends still trying to dig they way out

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

While young thugs still running away from the cops

From running past my dungeons

While scheming on hits

About the-na-ture-of-the-world-to-day, the nature of the world today

Far from it, yet close enough to touch it, death, only a step or two away,

Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot

Try to pull away from making me seem like something i'm not,

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Wanting to run away from reality to the abdominal cavity

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Don't go running from the shadows

I ain't a drinker, i'm a thinker, call it what you want

Telling them its okay to look away from the mess they caused/