This is a song about "A girl that s whack at video games"

Those hip-hop games are mine, and if that died within a day or two,

Niggas plotting against you, hate you but never tell you

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

Not a whack job that packs crack rocks in the streets

That s protein rich/im a monster i conquer with a mic n a stick/real nice

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

That girl meant a lot to me

Mama made her pretty

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

At a track meet and your tryna spit on a whack beat.

Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave

Back in my days we rolled a dice and played board games

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

Wanna stab that guy with a knife from the back side this games screwed

That video games caused the "ruthlessness"

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love