This is a song about "Tank games"

Games been tamed iced veins to rain death,

Dc has never seen such progress

These motherfuckers think i'm playing, i ain't playing games,

But everybody’s self-made carved their own names

That video games caused the "ruthlessness"

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

I got a closet full of them thrift store tank tops, and you ain't even know it,

It take a shank and metal tank to harm me

You see now that nigga lonely

Okay, okay, times up, no more fun and games

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Me against you the movie of the year

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

I'm stealing this games power, i'm straight thieving

And my wish is to have everything