This is a song about "Digital sports"

Rewinding the scenes in digital vividly

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts

Ridiculed by everyone "he's white how can he play sports."

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

I just look at you, smile, then wink, thought sports was my thing,

Feels like i went on a pregame sports killin spree/

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

In the kitchen digital scales producing the product

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

Two sports references of people who are important

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

A digital visuals about to appear

I have your hearts as if i stabbed it with a spear