This is a song about "Insulting your oppenent"

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Where's your wealth? where's your fame?

Now that's what you call a game

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

I'm fittin' shit, your hatin' it, your littleness, your genitals.

That's the window into the sky

Your gonna gratify

Separating your body from your face then eating your name,

Don't even know the rules but yet y'all tryin' to play the game