This is a song about "In the game"

The softness in the game has been noted

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

Ice melts into rain

// [daddy's in the game]

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain

If you don't then you better tag out i'm in the game

Then lost my faith again

I got here in the game,

With a four finger ring like i can't spell my fucking name

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

And in this game you the gators' food

Banging out niggas with attitude

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

With my head in the stars, and just not in the game

Better know my name i,ll be hot in the game/

Bitches choosing their excuses: my new car’s to blame