This is a song about "Boys soccer"

They just need convincing like malcolm little

Played soccer with evil, stabbed the lethal beetle

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

You can't forget run d.m.c., the beastie boys,

Sparking ganja in a honda van of soccer moms

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Soccer resembles how i ball cause bitch i'm different

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

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

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

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

Bumping heavy d and the boys

Simply out of this world by choice

One bullet to the brain, forgive my sins and alli didn't mean to be a bother

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