This is a song about "Love the playa hate game"

I make love to the game

All the bitches know my name

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

It's okay to hate the game long as you not player hating

The people in this world they don't love they hate

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

The ghetto savior, smooth, the real playa with flavor

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

And i’ma need some more patron i don’t want no chaser

I love the hate but i aint got no time to savor the flavor

This is the name of the game, i hate the way that it looks,

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

Is love really just a game

And my niggas all the same

No room for love, just consumed by hate

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape