This is a song about "Marble runs"

Now we making up like a bullshit lie

He rises runs the game while his cleats pry

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

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

How me holiday? i love it when mommy say

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

Im that you would go and steal my heart away

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

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

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

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

He runs to her, to stop her screamin',

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see