This is a song about "Running away from weakness"

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

People take my kindness for weakness

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

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

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

But i ain't get to see you today

Rain washes away pain, pain from yesterday.

Caught up in the system. running from the coppers

Most of them ain't conscious, they just monsters

Make martin luther tell god i'm the future for heaven's talent

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

You were still ducking running hiding from my previous diss

Malignant, belligerent, believe me i'm living this