This is a song about "Seats near the back i call it luck and i dont play now kiss the blond"

I be deeping her up, said the d is a drug

You crossed the line fucked with mine and now your shit outta luck

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

Ive been to hell and back twice, luck doesnt exist whenever i roll the dice

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

Got a bugatti with black and white seats call it chinese checkers,

It pushes and shoves, i dont wanna feel it so i try to numb the pain,

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

I used to play the game and kill nigg'as call it pro player. shoot yo brains out,

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

You wanted the pen up, now ya gonna wish i set it back down.

They stop the whole game everytime i come around

I dont watch it i play with it

Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit