This is a song about "Is this just a game to you"

Bitch this is not a game

I live my life in tha fast lane

This ain't a game show playa, this ain't minute to win it,

Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

Take a bow before you exit this game.

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

Rap to some is just a game

Lane stanly i'm fucked in the brain, you think this is a game/

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

February cold as my heart

And this is just a start

Sorry life's is just, ruthless game

And i put that on my name

Don’t know which one i’ma drive, fuck it, i’m just gone fly

This isn't a diss, this is just a reply to hip-hop's low supply/