This is a song about "Running from everything"

Studio fifty four if we get the props right

Their aint no running away from the light,

Red berry everywhere, got puff getting jealous

Everything that is to be suspected from us,

The trunk ain't raw but we running from the law

So en garde, my god we got these artists in awe

From running past my dungeons

The jiggas and the tips

From everything that was troubling me from the fucking start

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

Don't go running from the shadows

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Cuz when the press get this verse, their sure to press rewind

I tend to let everything just spill from my mind

Running from the motherfuckin' cops like it's an olympic sport,

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record