This is a song about "Running away from weakness"

Running faster than these men running from they bastard sons

My city's culture to the game now in existence

Never been a nigga more intricate with the wisdom

I'd sleep half the day away and say ima stay away from

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Criminals running from police doing barrel rolls and flips

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

While i'm running away screaming fuck you have a nice day.

Without the sound of guns

From running past my dungeons

We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars

Caught up in the system. running from the coppers

Acting like you real or something

Dumbin from the lack of blood running.

Rain washes away pain, pain from yesterday.

Board of administration, yeah we here to stay