This is a song about "Sage of gaming"

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

What them tippers don't see

Beaches of normandy.

And if i want to go outside

Out of mind out of sight

Shaved of the face of the earth

Talking of the gods you serve

Just tell me that i ever meant anything

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

In the caravan with some latin bitches

'cause thee mes-sage is in-fec-ted with