This is a song about "Saviour of the game"

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

Its ridiculous, the current state of the game

I'm at the top of the game in my mind

Been trying to put it down long after i was signed

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

Homage paid, i spit flames at names of the game, dropping names,

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

Change the nature of the game, spit flames, incinerate

Givin' 'em a wet, welcome to the house of pain

The game providing decays of the same

Fucking the shit out of this game

Ain't heard dc since sardines came

Ahead of the game fuckin yo mom with three chains on

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

Playing soccer, stupid, stay in a sucker's place

The marathon of this game always changes in pace,