This is a song about "Im killing this game"

Cause this is the rap game.

Straight shots don’t toast champagne

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

This is my game and im stackin up poker chips,

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

Im not killing you with razor blades or steak knives

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

I had this crazy vision of killing

You may not know me, but im killing beats

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

This game needed improvements, and now im the newest influence

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

Killing the mic while im abusing words,

Cow print t-shirt like mothafucking dog

Cause im good at killing with a tomahawk