This is a song about "Alex parsons playing football and whoopin ass being a beast and shittin on cville and southmont"

Aye, hold your head homie, look

And hide like a beast under the wood

Me, on my knees, praying to stop being a slave and waiting,

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

The anger's getting to me, and it's forming a monstrous beast/

In order to be a jock wear cool socks and be on the football team and get lean

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

A rabid beast who's ravaging the beat and finds it ravishing

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

Reigns, of being a husband and a dad.

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

And stop playing hide and seek,