This is a song about "Teenage runaway"

I runaway with lights flying, waiting till day the nights dying

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Wrote my first track in my teenage years

One through six yeah that's all gears

Maybe then he wouldn't make songs about stupid teenage shit.

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

Cut the noose off my neck, black runaway slave

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

My teenage years were fucked up,

What a mess! but we clean in the club

Just wanting to runaway, and to at least win that race

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

Teenage and adult girls cant resist us

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus