This is a song about "Dungeons and dragons"

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Like a line full of hoes

Return on home and sleep in my dragons den

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

And stabbing this ice cube look-a-like to show you a nigga with attitude

Physical making life miserable keep smoking until dragons and tattooed

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Hoping wes snipes make my life a bit different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Forever blastin'bitches ain't ready for this thug passion

Beneath the surface in dungeons where they creep in,

Grab the scissors and saws and

But nah, he is quite different