This is a song about "Second coming in the rap game"

Rap attack your pack a rats coming in like swat teams,

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

See embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers

This is the second verse i could probably beat you writing my rap in reverse,

Second i get in the booth,

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

That you call the rap game

So we can live again

I'm ready to put the rap game in a body bag lyrically

Popping something thats forbidden and every single fifty

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

Its like baby of the rap game

In the rap game, im the captain.

For the outlawz, here we come