This is a song about "Going to the game"

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Going to the lobby

Gotta pay back that advance, so they ain't gave you shit

I'm going to write lyrics to the whole world feel it,

Im aggressible to the game

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

So i'm going to tryyyyy to live you to the highest.

To straighten his lane and finish the game,

Givin' 'em a wet, welcome to the house of pain

I make love to the game

Imma make it rain

Fatherless son to the rap game bastard

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

This is the way your life is supposed to be going.

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring