This is a song about "The olympic games"

Made from the brain of me, most genius

The games up, phony, you ain't smooth to fake us

Hear the boy knocking at the games front door better let him in,

Permanently focused, learning while i'm going

Without the games permission,

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

For the occasion, paper planes

Dont wanna play no mind games

I remember the days we'd play games until our eyes bled blood.

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Everyone in the rap games your bitch cause you aint no phony

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

Im white, stable, play video games, what the fuck do you expect