This is a song about "Roshes runs"

Hurt runs deep i have to confess it

So i banged for a minute

He runs to her, to stop her screamin',

You're uncool like my mother kin

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

Half your body laying on my chest

My capillaries are few and the blood runs blue

Not knowin it's hard to carry on when no one loves you

Took off my rollie and got on some audemeer shit

You can tell by your so called diss jealousy runs it,

He rises runs the game while his cleats pry

Can't land little roller, i be keeping the fly

Synthesizer runs over this beat like starvin actors

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

The arguments are gettin' loud, i wanna stay

The government runs the shit, there's no game to play,