This is a song about "Running from love"

New grove, still bitches don't know this a flaw

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

And it makes you feel insecure, there's no love from the guys,

Nobody gives a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

From running past my dungeons

When you spill out hits

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

While young thugs still running away from the cops

Running from the cops like that shit is an olympic sport,

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

Or a uniformed man, i'm tryna uniform 10 million men

Blue dixon running shoes hanging from laces,hearts pounding faster when

Don't go running from the shadows

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Running faster than these men running from they bastard sons

And don’t offer least of shit to these people’s opinions