This is a song about "Aaron rodgers"

Lay low youll make bank roll

It's apart of her goal

Please lord forgive me for my sins, cause here i come

Screw a 3-peat , i want it every single season

I grew up with no dad, and that's the root of this behavior,

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive

Another round what the song say

Where the influences lay at bay,

On the beach of saint-tropez, but your man don’t lay

Doin wild shit, lookin at the sun don't pay

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Everybody loves to root for a nuisance

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

But screw the fake player-haters, their pain, anger, and rage,