This is a song about "Tryin 2 survive in dis game"

I got here in the game,

I'll never call you bitch again

You cant survive in this world, you can only imagine

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

2:26 // verse 2: you went to the girls school, in the year below me

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

Im'a be blunt i ain't tryin to stunt but dis shit needs to stop before it takes a life

The realist in the game

Take advice keep it clean don't complain

No longer clawing deep in the dirt tryna survive,

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

Remember this fact in the game

And reflect on the rap game, i came

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

You prolly wouldnt see dis much ice in a hail storm.