This is a song about "Characteristics of an athlete"

But i've got an appetite of a bulimic,

But that was fiction, some coward got the story twisted

I'll never call you bitch again

An illusion of the brain

I'm just a criminal athlete, banned from my own sport and activities.

That's right, heheheyo, i heard you got beat up by the police

Showin of your ass an

Wolf gang, wolf gang

It’s an endless cycle, of drugs and violence,

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

Of an assassinating rapper's devastation

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

An arena of alternative atmospheres’ run amok