This is a song about "To survive in the game"

Get in a position to fuck the game

She my billie jean we menage with mary jane

Memorize the things needed to survive,

You heard the price, on my neck herds of ice

Catchin up, in the game,

I'll never call you bitch again

The americans can no longer survive,

They getting nice, they got some ice

To survive for the best, yet die in its darkness.

I done seen embalming fluid ruin a nigga promise

They think they bring that pain

The realist in the game

Break away we’re still slaves to the game scorching in flames,

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

Bitch say im hot smoking on by the night nigga you ain't know about the life

I cant believe, im still alive, all these years on the street but im able to survive,