This is a song about "Kill the game"

The realist in the game

Ain't heard dc since sardines came

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

I milk this game like udders, kill these faggots utterly.

Ice melts into rain

Cause we fresh on the game

I can make it rain

I make love to the game

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Snakes all around in the game guess im kill these serpents,

Cause this is the rap game.

You're not usin' your brain

The realist in the game

I say i’m wrong, you say come again