This is a song about "Online game"

All your memories are in vids online and pic online

She on molly, she with mary, at the same damn time

Is you can't trust anybody when you meet 'em online

The fluid on my eye falling while i do the rhyme

My moral of this rhyme, is to watch your back online,

And on skype bet you say "le where my flight at?", if i decline

You think this is a game?

It's been nothing but pain

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

Online video is right for me

Online this is for the public to stop your punk shit

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

That you call the rap game

I'm going off the top of the brain

And i put that on my name

Remember this fact in the game