This is a song about "Roshes runs"

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

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

The dead society of a poet

Deezy, runs this rap shit,

He runs to her, to stop her screamin',

What up girl, tell me how you been

Girl you're my reflection, all i see is you

My capillaries are few and the blood runs blue

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

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

Into home runs, while you run home shook and rattled

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

Optimism - wishin' make you too content

He rises runs the game while his cleats pry

I swear the pen right across from hell, i can't cry