This is a song about "Gaming empire"

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

He had an empire set up on his own

Receive a cult following my own empire

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Nothing will overthrow this empire, theres your news headliner,

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Hungry hunters gaming fox, bruce banner flavored pot

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

Of the picture punchline figured out, ahh i get you

I have empire that are ready to kill a few

In my drawsring, ring, ring

I do love mind gaming

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

Or a fake like you out of the blue i'm throwing a mackaveli like you off the empire

Which to me looks like your doing more gaming, then rhyming,

Sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing