This is a song about "Marble runs"

You can tell by your so called diss jealousy runs it,

Swear a niggas draws be on some stupid neiman marcus shit

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

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

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

Better than college, after that, students home

In kitchen, whippin' blow, it got the same damn crumbs

And runs a record business by the time daylight comes

You left your nigga on his own

Victims name engraved on marble stone

'n' they don’t make me laugh or even cook like you

My capillaries are few and the blood runs blue

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

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key