This is a song about "Sneaker game"

Love turns into pain

I got here in the game,

With my name on em: that’s a damn shame

Until then end of your game.

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

Occupation is the game

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

Is love really just a game

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

The realist in the game

I like my hoodies fucked with lame