This is a song about "Playing horse and scatergories"

My suppressor on tight, and bitch im playing rob 'n' hood

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

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

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

And i ain't playing around i fuckin came to take a puff

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Clear my throat for you, ho? after i'm done fuckin' out your daddy's brains

Cause even the best here are playing possum,and it also lighting and rains

She said to bad shack, playing me like dice and a jack

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack

Twisted lyrics by these critics, and i'm playing my blues

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk

And tried playing me,but i organise this tournament

With your friends and get blazed, talking about bitches, or playing video games

Telling me i'm adequate and i deserve to work like a slave,