This is a song about "Bad soccer"

Kid, of a soccer mom, doesn't know why i'm called motherfucker

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

Times aren't always that bad

Me and my friend play with your head as we kick it flying, we playing soccer

Your bullet points so hollow they could probably pierce body armor

My garage full of cars that bounce

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

Then we cut, look how she say my name

We kicked it then i score, soccer game

You ain't gon find that

That affected you so bad

One night love: i'mma need that

Told me whats good and bad