This is a song about "Game design"

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Maybe to stop the design that is enshrined for niggas who don't give a damn about our life

So tell em parappa the rapper nigga rap harder

If you got design skills at all, homie holler

Ice melts into rain

Cause we fresh on the game

Gray coupe, whip in momma's name

I got here in the game,

The game plan, the game plan

Money long from here to japan

Too busy trying to dig a hole in your jeansnow it seems, it's check out time

Like a fuckin design, no need for profits i already got mine,

It's the way it's design, i've been funny since i was nine

She on molly, she with mary, at the same damn time

As i design intricate rhymes that pause time,

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