This is a song about "American football"

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Like football your ass smacked dad

No, not bombs over baghdad

Know now that i am an american years later isolated

Ghetto whip you lisa like your margerie and homer's kid

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

Teeth of an american teen ankles on candy fiend

You see coming up, we ain’t have that shit to keep our mind focused

But looka the future’s super football star, he’ll hopefully be picked,

This is american pie unrated,

At times i like to watch out the latest shit

Thowin around bombs worse then ponder with a football,

You heard i was in jail, well i just came from the mall