This is a song about "Best soccer players"

We kicked it then i score, soccer game

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain

I don't know you, but know kick, niggas in the face, so soccer

Hella proper, my garment is propeller of chopper

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

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

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Playing soccer, stupid, stay in a sucker's place

So you drop a diss on a disk that you expect people to slip into their cd players

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

Like a jet pilot, professional soccer player, a cop....

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

I'm entertainin' 'til the players change to complainers

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse