This is a song about "Game of thrines"

Often wonder to myself where the day's gone

In this game of chess you just a pawn

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

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

Surfaced in the game with a barrage of information,

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

I'll make you ashamed that you're part of the game

Its ridiculous, the current state of the game

And reflect on the rap game, i came

The quintessential destruction of the rap game,

Get the heat ready then i give them that flame

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

Fucking the shit out of this game

Come and see what i'm about, pull your hair you say my name

I'm an innovator fucking hater a master of this game