This is a song about "Michael s indie games"

Fire reds and flu games

And today we're still in chains

Back in my days we rolled a dice and played board games

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

My other mate michael fucked a street cat

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

It´s the battle of life

I'mma sign that work and release that

The michael myers of rap,

Without the games permission,

Go where you ain't been

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

My g"s have been handcuffed,