This is a song about "Saviour of the game"

Stampede in this game like the hawks of the sea

Chillin' with homies and family

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

To maintain we must gain the trust of the game players,

Now we was once two niggas of the same kind

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

The game providing decays of the same

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

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

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

The name of the game is

Mm got the masses

I'm the queen of this game

Straight shots don’t toast champagne

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

Tryna get a nigga with a all-star name