This is a song about "A nervous kid playing football"

I'm just a 90's kid n' playing around

A smooth criminaland though i pack this pound

I'm a little nervous i gotta admit

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

Your stupid ass, corny lines trying to fill my head

Nervous in a cold sweat, no phone call yet

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

What a nervous purchase a death circuit i stick to the surface/

They leave...u-turn...customers, we serve em right

This kid is playing beats that i don't even like

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Cast your eyes upon the floor like a pervert when he's nervous

The door crack, niggas all black

Like football your ass smacked dad

I'm doing shit i never might of did

God better forbid that i have a kid,