This is a song about "Bitches running the town fuck with me top of the game"

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

With the city on my back i carry this town

But he ain't beggin' for itand you can't love it you can

All these bitches running at us just the same man

I’m the king of a whole game, i’m at the top of the world (x2)

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

What happened to the dreams of beaches with bitches?

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

On top of me the feds, economy's poverty, gotta be the heads,

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

Running around the streets screaming fuck the police

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Dumbin from the lack of blood running.

And destroy any fuck boy who been pumpin the game with estrogen/

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son