This is a song about "Running from bullets"

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Shoot bullets right through ya body

So they quote me and love me like i’m a poet or something

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

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

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

From running past my dungeons

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

Running faster than these men running from they bastard sons

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

I'm cool with all these broads in here but i do not date lucaya hoes

But im the definition of darkness, don't go running from the shadows

Caught up in the system. running from the coppers

Little women be mommas, little niggas ain’t fathers

Took me a while just to write those

Don't go running from the shadows