This is a song about "Playing me"

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

Playing basketball everyday.triple double!

Y you bitches think that im still playing,

Same '89 camry that needs painting

Playing christ to these enemies

Malcolm x, by any means

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there

Me on a track is similar to playing battleship with a mirror behind your chair

I know my mind be playing tricks on me

Knowing you can no longer party

You can be me with your girl, but she playing son

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

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

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

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

My heart tells me no but my mind is playing games and it's telling me yes