This is a song about "Running through the 641 with my woes"

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Running through my mind like i was late for class

Straight g thing, double m g thing

I'm on the run, keep running

While the states are spraying kids with 'straying' clips for cash that's running

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame

Instead i gritted my teeth through the pain,

Zoning my 6 -rillo legendaries forever

With lyrics flowing through my head, left, right and centre

We broke and that dough coming slow as a snail

With parts of their body through the mail

Running from the game just me and my wife

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

The line of my gasoline, running clean up to the truck