This is a song about "Fore runner"

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Get up and grab your paper fore the money tree begins burning

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

I said, "look, you need to crawl 'fore you ball

Suspended from school coolest nigga without effort

Keep those rhymes tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

Ya'll don't even know the name of my flip

Im still on track even if the runner trip.

That damier bag i bought her

I aint no fucking runner,

So 'fore you give into your whims

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

He'll floor whores fore he throws in the towel

This is the root of all evil

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

Runner like my tongue was on the loose/