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

You were still ducking running hiding from my previous diss

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

Y'all know that nigga in the movies

34. blood running down my sleeve,

Busting out my cage with a pocket full of luster

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

Running from the game just me and my wife

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

Silicone bitches got the confidence

From running past my dungeons

From ireland but i'll land, running

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Listen close just in case she don’t know my intentions

Running faster than these men running from they bastard sons

My mom, it was the bomb,

New message from mom