This is a song about "Marble runs"

She grabs a knife with her feet, cuts the tape and runs,

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

So i pull the plug before it runs another bit

It's inherited, it's runs in the family

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Live every day like your last, time runs fast

Rap giant, get your little locality smashed

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

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

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

That's right, heheheyo, i heard you got beat up by the police

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

That i got sexy ladies so back up some more

They say she a runs girl like a marathon

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won