This is a song about "Being ahead of the game"

The name of the game is

Pocket racked up all big faces

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

Planned nothing for the week ahead

For the ends of being and ideal grace.

Im drowning down, i couldn't dodge the wave

I'm the queen of this game

150 on my chain

And throw up the diamond sign, boy you know i'mma shine

I'm racing against the clock, i'm ahead of my time

Im tired of being the third wheel

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

Fucking the shit out of this game

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars

Me ahead of the curve knowing just what i worth