This is a song about "Dont question my rap game"

And i put that on my name

Bring something new to the rap game

Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back

They try to say they can rap but dont touch my attack

Cuz i fuck any rap makin the rap game my main whore, as my lyrical brain brings more,

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Shook the rap game like tectonics, hydroponic chronic got my lungs pneumonic

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

I might be new to this rap game

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

Bangin' my face on my desk like i'm takin' a test and i'm blankin' on basically every question

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

No question that i dominate the game

Either one, dun, long as my digits the same

See i let my nigga split that

Dont need consent to rap