This is a song about "You jealous about my game"

When i spit you know your jealous of the skill that i possess/

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Your body's right as rain

You try mess with my name, my game

Terrorist, bomb on my chest, jealous cuz i'm better than the rest,

Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

I aint about to tell you my whole life story,

Then i'd brag about you being my baby

Whole ride hazy tell her don't drive crazy

People don't care about the game for real

She said my love is outta here

And i put that on my name

You think this is a game?

And put another half a mil in my bank account

My life is somethin you don't need to know a lot about.