This is a song about "Roshe runs"

New york runs the rap game, can't tell the best?

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

The bloodshed's reality, it runs thick, it's tragedy

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

And runs a record business by the time daylight comes

I’m a rare one, camo’s and some rare ones

Now he loads gats and runs with the sick crews with rifles,

We vegetables, on them record labels

He rises runs the game while his cleats pry

One choke of this you a note from mariah high

So i banged for a minute

Hurt runs deep i have to confess it

Like a fuckin pussy, runs away from a lecture

And my nigga bam bam, he ready for whatever