This is a song about "The game better days ft"

Through the cloudy nights and stormy days

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

If you don't then you better tag out i'm in the game

My records sell, yes sir

Liked it when those days were better

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

For a better life so i can have the brighter of days,

Say you through will all my foul ways

I could see the better days

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

Cause better days are coming that's what i anticipate

Move like i’m walking with an open case

I'm ice cold like the winter days

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

Sitting here reminiscing about the old days