This is a song about "Satan messing things up an the hood don t mess with the games"

Messing with the blessing of balls and malls are stressing

With a note there and im thinking of reading

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill

Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look

Then i will cut a bitch up an then leave them in the hood

While syd is telling me that she's been getting intimate with men

The president is messing up his words, it's hard to spit again,

Master big t with the fire it's astounding,

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

And all she wants is to dance

Trapping with the hood rats