This is a song about "Underground rap game"

This is the underground, team rap pad we're the kings we've all been crowned,

Cause in the end girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

The quintessential destruction of the rap game,

Twooneeights the name, raps the game, not even underground but im known all around,

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

Rap the game up like a mummy

Its a war with the enemy

Rap to some is just a game

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

In this rap game you must be dead,

Since my last rhyme - the crime rate ain't declineniggas bustin shots like they lost they mind

Was king of the underground, but i still rap like i'm on my pharoahe monch grind