This is a song about "Gun games"

Escaping from my fucken gun

Ok i hear you talkin

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

I'm honest, original like an aboriginal with my games

But i’m tryna address issues, i ain’t playing games,

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

Wale dc said we on joe

Bitches wanna play games with a pro

Mami... she open, she open

I love to pull out my gun

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

Must be a hellspawn to play these mind games,

I'm stealing this games power, i'm straight thieving

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Games been tamed iced veins to rain death,

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears