Yeah!!!

How can I explain this game?
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 Got me on the road everyday, to fill my name
 Me and my dreams of gettin' the world crunk
 The hits bring bling, and do the ATL stomp, this thang real
 I got the gun chill, cranberry's and x pills
 Smokin' on the best of the best
 When you see me you know I'm fresh
 In the black lambo, I aint ridin' there hoe
 Probably roll my other up, tell them what, I don't give a fuck
 Prince's cut, round my neck, round my wrist, in my ear
 In my son ear, in his mama ear, crystal clear
 Listen hear, this fo all yall niggaz bitin' my flow
 Wanna come up in the game, I can't stand a mane actin' like I don't know
 Yeah!, there's been a whole lotta talkin, Pastor Troy nigga, where my motherfuckin offerin'?
 Yeah!, it's a whole lotta bitin', tell them niggaz keep motherfuckin fightin'
 Yeah!, it's a whole lotta suspicion, about who I'm fuckin, about who I'm hittin'
 Yeah!, baby give me why ya can't, cause I aint playin' with ya this year man (Well ah haaaa)
 I been watchin' these niggaz from a fog
 My best friend left me with some dope in his car
 So now I been hesitant to roll with the crowd
 I represent niggaz smokin' dro', actin' wild (Ya feel me now?)
 I been bouncin, ever since the 9 dro
 Money, cars, clothes, hoes, 17 years old
 Hop in the club with no I.D. no nigga here is gonna try me, zone 1, 2, 3, r e s p e c t
 V.I.P. bout 20 deep, hardest nigga in the street
 Tryin' to find me a bitch I can check
 Probably be the bitch on the deck
 Better yet, I'ma slap a bitch ass nigga, a fuck ass nigga, ol bitin' ass nigga
 Yeah!, it's a whole lotta talkin', Pastor Troy nigga, where my motherfuckin offerin'?
 Yeah!, it's a whole lotta bitin', tell them niggaz keep motherfuckin fightin'
 Yeah!, it's a whole lotta suspicion, about who I'm fuckin, about who I'm hittin'
 Yeah!, baby give me why ya can't, cause I aint playin' with ya this year man (Wellah haaaa)
 Yeah!, it's a whole lotta talkin, Pastor Troy nigga, where my motherfuckin offerin'?
 Yeah!, it's a whole lotta bitin', tell them niggaz keep motherfuckin fightin'
 Yeah!, it's a whole lotta suspicion, about who I'm fuckin, about who I'm hittin'
 Yeah!, baby give me why ya can't, cause I aint playin' with ya this year man (Well ah haaaa)