This is a song about "I m in the motherfucking game"

Knowing you shouldn't think that way and trying to freeze your brain

The flame's i produce, are burning up opposites in the game/

F a m e, i learnt that in 2nd grade,

I get my paper, y'all just hate

Where every recipient, property of the state

Cos i m working in this shit...which my daddy made...

To liberate yourselves, africa

Now i’m ready to fuck the game up, nigga

Lyricism back in the game when i brainstorm i bring literal rain

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards

Rule had a run, couple movie parts

I got more hoes than tiger

I"m the designated driver