This is a song about "Banter football beer"

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

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

Could you speak up and stop mu-mumbling, i don't think you came in clear

But there's nothin' wrong with that, in fact here's a posthumous beer!

Motherfucking 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall

Thowin around bombs worse then ponder with a football,

He thinks everything is banter, he can't see it's just slander,

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

Seriously, skipping class flipping the bird sipping beer

Don’t grin on me wit’ them long stares, you ain’t god unless no fear

Like i wasn't going for like mix-tape of the year

Father dude that wont put down the beer

Tripping chugging beer out of a jug

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

Your such a pussy puked on your first beer

Me against you the movie of the year