This is a song about "Runs"

Her hair all over the bed, that make me love her more

He runs back o the elevator, runs and slams his door,

Pardon my absence, i'm actually far out of town wit a pound

But instead i got a father that runs me into the ground

Live every day like your last, time runs fast

Cause i got the burner in the hand

Runs from cheeks when they cry, money hungry thieves lovely monthly fees

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

I do self evaluate, yeah, i know i've got some problems

And runs a record business by the time daylight comes

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

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit

Hurt runs deep i have to confess it

And the moon looking beautiful as ever

Like a fuckin pussy, runs away from a lecture