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

You better believe i dont play

Take me away away

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

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

Why is it when i play the blame game

We was lookin for change 'til barack came

So rap and i go back like asses in car seats/

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

Now shut the fuck up and kiss my toes

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

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

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

Nina on my femur is cocked ready for action

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