This is a song about "Running from the past"

And gary coleman just passed: life is short

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

The mistakes from my past still chasing me, like theres no turning back

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

Give me black bitches, white hoes, new clothes

Don't go running from the shadows

When you spill out hits

From running past my dungeons

We tie dynamite to the rhino type

Their aint no running away from the light,

Frightening, so fucking frightening

From ireland but i'll land, running

They calling me the hottest in the game

Move from the past to the present on the train