This is a song about "Mother fuckers playing games"

I think i could save you

Mother fuckers what you do,

One can never be judged when he dress like his brothers

You mother fuckers could pitch utter wonders,

Killin mother fuckers like as if in the end i get a prize

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

My heart tells me no but my mind is playing games and it's telling me yes

But i bet its from playing all these violent video games. odds are

Ya see all we got is tonight and i ain't tryna see that far

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

My brain is playing games, i thought "anonymoose" and "failure" were synonymous,

Mother fuckers they are just in it for greed,

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

Representing grimsby mother fuckers not the london town

Start climbing up the charts, so sick, but they tried to clown