This is a song about "The gamer"

And ya'll don't know no beef

As the tao converted the thief

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Down the street to the car,

She is far bizarre

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Yea, obie tricepour out a lil' liquor nigga

But if so, i'll take the scorn, indeed happily

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Where the fuck the chorus

Is there any love

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

Here's the answer and the antidote: