This is a song about "Runs through"

He rises runs the game while his cleats pry

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

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

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

Money runs like a golden river

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

I could think of a couple positions for you

My capillaries are few and the blood runs blue

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

At her, she skips second period and runs home but

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

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

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

The cp3 of this rap game, i bet my nigga score

Synthesizer runs over this beat like starvin actors

It's utterly bologna, so i'm muslim to these rappers