This is a song about "Wings for life run"

That petty shit that you run for

Some old bitch that we did before

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

And un-tether 'n' treasure your feather wings

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

I run through my life as just a little bastard,

Id run for miles just for a smile and kiss her lips

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

Shoot my ping and if you gonna listen

I want in my life i can't run

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

All because i don't run around for my own sake

After the club, gettin you open

But for now, i'm on the run

Going for the long run

And it weighs a ton