This is a song about "Marble runs"

You never play with young boys cause they never private

So i pull the plug before it runs another bit

See, all my life i was raised by a lot of criminals

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

Late night to the early morn, i've been such a rolling stone

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

Gorgeous, the funky four horsemen and one more

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

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

And runs a record business by the time daylight comes

Money runs like a golden river

Said when i do dirt wit her

And if i do go you better come through

My capillaries are few and the blood runs blue