This is a song about "Saviour of the game"

Ahead of the game fuckin yo mom with three chains on

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

Beheaded the killers of the game and now i'm beaming/

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

The name of the game is

You ain't working hard as this

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

That shit got no flavor claiming you the lyrical saviour please

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came

You have the look of somnolence, it's your limp game

Hip hop is the game, domination top of my check-list

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,