This is a song about "They hate game"

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

They asking me to eliminate some of the women hate

I rhyme great, many wannabe's be like they runnin' the game.

That ass is fat baby ain't no way to hide your frame

Pray for peace with the babies, they a beast in the summer

It's poor whites and poor blacks, still they hate each other,

They destroyed the game and all they wanna do is complain

You done put two of america's most wanted in the same

The game is fucked, i'd hate to bust it up but that's philosophy,

Everybody watching while you touching real money

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

Once rappers come against me they automatically resign.i keep the game

They think it's a game,they tryna play

Cause jesus wouldn't even be my friend on church day