This is a song about "You are sit at games"

Black mother of the earth you know i forever owe you

Those hip-hop games are mine, and if that died within a day or two,

When i speak/ prominent n at my peak / you dudes like to play games

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

It doesn’t matter how loved you are, the rows at your shows,

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Why are you boiling like eggs, grunting at my face like pigs?

You sit in filth while you hate those who sit in wealth,

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

Switch rovers, hit 'em with the gun that's in his holster

You are the angel, you sit like a bolder on my shoulder,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Everyone in the rap games your bitch cause you aint no phony