This is a song about "Runs"

Catch you up on places i've been

He runs to her, to stop her screamin',

Live every day like your last, time runs fast

But the plan is to show you that i understand

So he runs through his building, leaves the shotgun behind,

Tornado tornado and i'm trynna blow your mind

At her, she skips second period and runs home but

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

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

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Cause i'mma look that part until i'm all broke, yea

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

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

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Once as a slave who imagined being free

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