This is a song about "Playing horse and scatergories"

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test

Playing blackjack you're bust and still wanting to be dealt

On the mic playing quidditch and cribbage

They vaguely decipher my language

My brain is playing games, i thought "anonymoose" and "failure" were synonymous,

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

I gallop on a six legged horse dressed in steel and blood,

-ttention. you don't gotta listen just give a fuck

Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne

You give a lil chuck'll and start playing the name game.

And i ain't playing games no duck duck goose

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

From the passion, ya hands reaching for the sheets to grab

Playing tag, touch and go in the night is that

I’m playing my hand and riding the iron horses and trains,

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains