This is a song about "The game is all fake"

The name of the game is

You ain't working hard as this

To this silly game and now all i feel is pain.

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

The realism i see inside you is fake / (so you hate)

For the sake of all money,this is fake yall funny

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Wolf gang in this bitch, nigga, we six feet deep

I dont even spit game , all i do is speak

Murdering this game all ready as a youngin' which is rigorous

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Put burners in the hands, of the black man

This shit right here is the game plan

Cause this is the rap game.

Things'll never be the same