This is a song about "Playing a snare"

Hell. don't play me, make a change. down the hell, playing dirt, fuck that.

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

(jump in a 20 secs into instrumental, right as snare kicks off)

Piccolos playing, while a nigga just chilling

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

This aint no mediocre joker playing poker its a soldier no closure

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Playing soccer, stupid, stay in a sucker's place

Yeah that girl is thick, top heavy for days

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Hit's a snare and bass of track fucked up rapper interrogation

Cause its not a game when you playing with elites

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves