This is a song about "Game s"

Go to s c take on the game cocks

You pull up in parking lots

Third ward general, young cash money

Till the game`s over they are still watching me

Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Now i'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

Heystop running your mouth

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

And when i start to rise

It´s the battle of life

I'm not talking m3's, but this is your survival lease

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys