This is a song about "Me having no time for games"

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

And notice that no ones having ya protected,

Okay, okay, times up, no more fun and games

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

Yeah, we just having a good time

Doctor said i was fine

Showtime for mad spill bar lines, i ain't wastin' no time.

The fluid on my eye falling while i do the rhyme

No more games, for now they better pray

Come with me, to madrid thats where real play

You treat me like garbage for no legit reason, we'll it's time to be beaten/

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

Ma glaswegian accent means no mainstream for me but a don't regret having it

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit