This is a song about "Game in a hearse"

A fighter in this game im never tired

It's a fools fatewithout your word

We should fuck each others mothers

Now shes taking her last ride in a hearse

A lot of fools puttin' salt in the game

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

Cuz i'm killing need a hearse, now i'm a designated hitter

When you thinking about breakfast i'm heating up my dinner

Claiming you'll be a leader in the rap game,

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

Drivin a hearse, re birthed, through death,

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

Girls will love you for your cross they ain't jesus lovers

Even if i die i'll roll up riding a golden hearse

And if you light skin you might want to be careful

Put you in a hearse, treat you like bacterial