This is a song about "Brazilian soccer"

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

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

Sparking ganja in a honda van of soccer moms

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

We kicked it then i score, soccer game

I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk

Soccer resembles how i ball cause bitch i'm different

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

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

Played soccer with evil, stabbed the lethal beetle

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people

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

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