This is a song about "Runs"

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

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

Rather live alone forever than live a lie

He rises runs the game while his cleats pry

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Like a fuckin pussy, runs away from a lecture

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

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

Hurt runs deep i have to confess it

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit

So i pull the plug before it runs another bit

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

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

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

So i pull the plug before it runs another bit