This is a song about "American soccer"

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

Teeth of an american teen ankles on candy fiend

Straight over and told her mama there's a soccer game,

Bitches choosing their excuses: my new car’s to blame

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters

Know now that i am an american years later isolated

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

Hoping that the material possesions can materialise to a better you

I live in texas red white and blue, playin soccer come at me and my spanish crew

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

//this song is dedicated to the american lower class

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

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

Maybe then... you will blow up quick like the american centers did

I was worthless, i'd never make it, go ahead! spill that hatred