This is a song about "Running from problems"

Twenty-million dollar nigga, but i do it like this

You were still ducking running hiding from my previous diss

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

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

Parallel on the other side

Their aint no running away from the light,

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

I'm feelin' chris childs, you lookin' like kobe bryant jaw

I'm a splatter of bad problems,

She can make a pimp fall in love

Harder than granite, hoes know i'm coming

From ireland but i'll land, running

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

And others that would hide from me 'cause i got problems inside of me.

From running past my dungeons

But i don’t mean top 40 hits