This is a song about "Your playlist stinks"

Floor seats at that wizards game

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Your family, your friends,

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Run for cover and return fire

Your our provider

My brothers alone said fuck your entire

Your on fire.. your on fire

Your our provider

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

I got that goodman game

Where's your wealth? where's your fame?

Your only in fight with your damn war

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for