This is a song about "Game of t"

I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame

Born of a later-day, mad-hater styled child's game/

I just want to kick it, kick it for the rest

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

And press charges on illegal compresses of my rap game

Its like baby of the rap game

See dog? rap is my aim

You have the look of somnolence, it's your limp game

With a four finger ring like i can't spell my fucking name

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain

Its ridiculous, the current state of the game

The game providing decays of the same

I'll never call you bitch again