This is a song about "Running from my mom busting gats"

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

Everybody know me like the contra code for extra men

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Dumbin from the lack of blood running.

My mom gave me two selections

She likes the way it hits her lips

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

My words are like weapons, gats or poison arrows,

My dads deadpool and my mom black widow

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

We tie dynamite to the rhino type

Their aint no running away from the light,

Running to your mom she's be wishing your dad had a vasectomy

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree