I bulled over the game like a battering ram,
Not a flattering man, it doesn’t matter I’ll land,
Take the game over and just grab what I can,
I’m not violent, but I’ll take a stab at a grand,
I’m not rambling damn, I’m just a gambling man,
No shortcuts, not here to take advantage I am,
Here to produce my best and just manage a plan,
Even though I’m famished but god damnit I can,
Do what I came to and then maybe speed off,
But like no gravity I’m grounded trying to get my feet off,
Without trying to feed off, and I will never leave off,
Anything from the page so much down it’s getting peed off,
Like I’m trying to put a hole in one but I ain’t even teed off,
I’m white with no guns, but if you want I’ll take the sleeves off,
The worst in this game I’m just trying to weed off,
I’ve aided the game without ever having to bleed off,
It’s changed, cause these days everything I sees off,
They think their on when I’m just thinking please toss,
Everything you wrote out and just save me spots,
Cause I’ll step up to the plate with more than three hot,
Tracks, I’ll bring hits put this batter as your lead off…