This is a song about "Gaming with noobs"

With a blunt filled up with some lime

Don't press ya luck when i'm pressed for time

True, indeed, i don’t rep no block

With rock, shock rap with doc

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

Enough pain already to sleep with

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

Knees dug deep into the pavement

There's nothing this idiocy compares with,

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

Uhh, got a hundred on the dash, young

Cripple with delusion

Damn skippy, a nigga getting bitches

A fear of commitment with

This ain't mine, it's ricky, but shhh don't tell my bitches

Easier to deal with, easier to feel with