This is a song about "The gqame"

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

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Thinkin of the the dreams

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Endless the days, forever the nights,

Lights bulbs when wearin' that wig, flyin' kites

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

Saw the bombs on the news

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

And i can't do it anymore, i'm tired of always not being first

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

A far reach from them rap dudes

From the gutter to the roof