This is a song about "Roshies runs"

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

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

Hurt runs deep i have to confess it

Thus contributing to ongoing credit

So i pull the plug before it runs another bit

Guess you niggas wasn't listening, homeroom shit

It's inherited, it's runs in the family

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

With such an ugly picture in it and

Into home runs, while you run home shook and rattled

If it wasn't bad enough your labels are hoeing you

My capillaries are few and the blood runs blue

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

And it runs up though their brains and relaxes in their dome,

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

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