This is a song about "M still the best in the rap game"

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

But still baddest motherfucker in the game

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

Break away we’re still slaves to the game scorching in flames,

I can only love you when you’re undressed

New york runs the rap game, can't tell the best?

In fact i snack on my prey, half of the game is still back in shacks,

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

In the rap game, im the captain.

So now she picks up the gun

A shithole, but still i change the whole game in a sense,

Money stacked to the ceiling just as quick as it dispense