This is a song about "Playing with parents is like playing with a death trap"

This kid is playing beats that i don't even like

When i'm down and out, i get up and right

Flapjack, ooh he bring

Playing with my heart, saying

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

Jay stop playing with me, i drop bombs i don't plea, i got a mind to be,

*cough cough*, that girl is a ball i toss her around like im playing b ball

Go burger king on life's ass as this hanging rope leaves me to fall.

You're still playing with the three estates you started with

And when it come to tight games i'm o.t. with the bitches

Playing pong with my dimes, making paradigms but oftentimes i'm spitting rhymes

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

Started playing with words, like i was payin' the curse.