This is a song about "Digital sports"

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Aw shit, the piggy is getting near

A digital visuals about to appear

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

When i peep in the public, bet i'm leaving with something

Rewinding the scenes in digital vividly

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

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

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

In the kitchen digital scales producing the product

My low low is so digital that it creates an expandable

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

Feels like i went on a pregame sports killin spree/

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy