This is a song about "American football"

//this song is dedicated to the american lower class

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

This is american pie unrated,

And american music shows.

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

We don't trust no one american, conservative or libertarian,

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

You ain't' doing shit til you put 10 gees on fantasy football

Dream, catchin this flow like hakeem, catches a football, its time to crawl,

I live in the american south with the racial divide,

Test the water let me know if the temperature right

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

I promise the moment it's with me i'll leave it in the district

Punt her like a football 'till my hoof leg goes numb. my oh my, what do we here?

A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich that's just how i feel