This is a song about "First press play then we will play its the same old game just cut next fame tragedy to comedy an act so raw for"

You didn't need to play my emotions like its a game

Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne

Kendrick lamar, his momma called him that

Press play. this shit is recorded

So i told her thats wassup, then we chillin in the cut

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

So many rappers and the music's got to play for them

A fuckin' sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then

Allow yourself to play his game,

Your body's right as rain

With my name on em: that’s a damn shame

Play up, play up, and play the game!

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

And the way the play the fame game is making me nauseous,

And her mind is amazing, different kind of connection

Wanna try to get me out the game, i play to win