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

N-i-c in rikers island, downstateall the peoples i met along the way

I sit in this dark cold lonely day, hoping you guys are okay

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

The lights are flashing at you straight in the face

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

So look at my evolution and what the fuck you are losing

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

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

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

The games up, phony, you ain't smooth to fake us

Then two days later you are shot dead at your crib

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

Something you are trained at and perform very well

I'm like the man on mars; i'm high as hell

You belong where the rest of the accidents are at

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track