This is a song about "Playing cricket"

Redan road, that’s my street

Your playing my shit on repeat

Nestled in my brain, life's a game but i'm not playing

And i bet you all them letters in your mailbox waiting

Four more tarts playing harps

Finish line with the tire marks

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

To continue playing, my spirits never weaken/

Yeah i'm a menace, god as my witness, with this pen i'm insane, yup

Hit it with a picket cricket wicket, make sure not to miss it, switch it up,

You haters put up your guards

Four more tarts playing harps

Killing these niggas off quick

Just playing, that nigga suck mad dick

These motherfuckers think i'm playing, i ain't playing games,

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes