This is a song about "Megan playing a nigga at his own games"

This little kid grew up to be a weirdo on his own

Come on girl, close your eyes pretend that your home

Girls always playing games with emotions

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

You killed da nigga i bet his parents at home waiting

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

These motherfuckers think i'm playing, i ain't playing games,

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Rock a nigga out his socks

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Bitch i'm in the fucking mall, with my niggas eating ham

I've seen what it does to a nigga without his own plan,

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black

But i ain't had none in a while i need your aspirations

Cos i'm a loose canon firing at everyone, even my own patrons