This is a song about "You know i got the game starting in your place"

But you never know i could, be talking about a diffrent place,

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head

Cause when i sit you in your place your reputation is dead

I know you got my back in god we trust

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Like i showed you the puzzle with your piece in the wrong place

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

When i pull up at your place you know it's on for sure

Enough fakes!, i don't know where your headed to, but it aint in the right place/

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case