This is a song about "A game she cant fake it"

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

You put up a front to deal with us, it’s so fake it hurts,

Fake friends it was all a sham,

Dj turn me up, ladies this your jam

Always on the road again, with omega or the band

She had a cruel past, it was brutal, she wasn't just harassed.

It's a game, and i plan to win it

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

This ain't a game show playa, this ain't minute to win it,

Guess i'm self made

You can think i'm a fake,

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

You have a life and it cant be mishandled

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

I cant fix i cant glue it