This is a song about "Addicted to games"

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

So addicted to this rush i feel

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

Country is addicted, to the rubberband with a

It's like your trapped inside, addicted to a fake reality,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

You're chained to the ways of these twisted drug games you've played

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

It's like your trapped inside, addicted to a fake reality,

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

I quit drugs 'cause now i was addicted to the safest drug.

Moms addicted to methadone,so since a youngin i was left alone

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home