This is a song about "Roshe runs"

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

He runs to her, to stop her screamin',

He rises runs the game while his cleats pry

Luchador like i been masked but still remain fly

They say she a runs girl like a marathon

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

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

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

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

Live every day like your last, time runs fast

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

She grabs a knife with her feet, cuts the tape and runs,

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

I love what you're doin'. i'm just hopin' you continue

My capillaries are few and the blood runs blue