This is a song about "Marble runs"

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

104, that mlk, know i gotta be landover out the way

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

The bloodshed's reality, it runs thick, it's tragedy

Knew he was working for the fed's, same crime, different trials

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

He runs to her, to stop her screamin',

Mixed feelings cause now all the chicks feeling him

Then runs outside its nine past 12 he runs into the street a car hits him and he

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

Hurt runs deep i have to confess it

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

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