This is a song about "Making a game"

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain

Making p's everyday taking belongings is the game

No one’s making a fuss

Cause this nigga done got jealous

Making critics pop a sadam on this shit

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that

I ain't trying to bitch, but they say that i'm hating

13. this whole rap game in it's current making,

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

Perceive these words, the making of a legend

Is love really just a game

And my niggas all the same

Making a rap, don't care what ya'll say

And truthfully girl you really make my day

I can't imagine a worse game

Parking lot of the blue flame