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

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

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

And have the doctors piece you back together.... with any luck.

Use to be sectioned off now we back and got the good seats

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

Banging out niggas with attitude

Dont come near cos i might just shoot

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

"but it's not that, i know the feeling and this isn't it albeit its near its core"

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

Ah hell not the beast really i don't give a fuck

In the far back near the corner trying to take it in,

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

I put it in a clip and then blow a kiss

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this