This is a song about "Play hard"

How me holiday? i love it when mommy say

I be going metal, with the word play

Feeling dilla, never killing with the gun play.

And i ain't trying to hear what you wanting to say

Now aspects requiring humans come into play

If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day

Get a glass and put chris on, yea

So you know i'm bout that gun play

Press play. this shit is recorded

Pose, click, pose, click

Now they suspect fowl play.....

Oh i gotta face the day

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

Play up, play up, and play the game!

And dusting off the porcelain and open when their cock is out

Music is my form of expression, play it loud, play it loud, play it loud