This is a song about "Sonic game"

Too perfect they think i'm bionic my raps are super sonic

Unless it's steve harvey's buff sister trying to jerk my dick

Creating a sonic blast which will move tectonics

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

It's the wolf gang, wolf gang

The game plan, the game plan

I make love to the game

Lost in the rain

Then we cut, look how she say my name

The realist in the game

I attack mentality an watch people fear me, its clear see as they all flex a.s.a.p

That was the sonic art form of rhyming and poetry, and it is abbreviated in three letters r-a-p

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

Remember this fact in the game

And i put that on my name

That you call the rap game