This is a song about "Playing fifa"

Your playing my shit on repeat

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

Then swag it out, ounces then bags is out

Cause i ain't playing around

Lyrics like i'm playing scramble/

She caught up in my love triangle

But everybody’s self-made carved their own names

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

Playing christ to these enemies

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Please correct me, stretch marks

Four more tarts playing harps

But we still real brothers

Just playing again.... it was nerves