This is a song about "Brandon the soccer defender"

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

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

I got that same hunger, rock-a-fella chain hunger

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

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

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

And prove why your a pretender i'm the title defender

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

I don't hide from a challenge, your the defender

They all are pretenders, i am the 7th letter

A musical, influential, defender