This is a song about "The trap game"

The realist in the game

Hell yahtry to dirty up my name

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

Cause this is the rap game.

Bad rap, cuties claim

I got here in the game,

Mr. piggy, ya fat monster, i think you've fallen in the wrong trap

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

Im tired of hearing guns clap in the trap,

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

It's been nothing but pain

Occupation is the game

Im aggressible to the game

Your body's right as rain

Blunt smoke thicker than the dick of a black trap

Should know i'm winnin that chanel fitted cap