This is a song about "Killing the game"

Occupation is the game

Parking lot of the blue flame

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

The realist in the game

Im aggressible to the game

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

They think they bring that pain

The realist in the game

Hallow be thy name

I'm the queen of this game

A nigga thorough, she knew it before i bought her car

Thought i was killing shit when my game was just at par

I make love to the game

Ain't heard dc since sardines came

We self-made but never is an i on the team

Your going against the mean killing machine