This is a song about "Elite ballers"

Your waiste so petite then your hips so elite

You's a fag, you like that shit, o.f. is the fucking clique

Livin life thinkin no man can hurt meso i'm askin -- before i lay me down to sleep

That you facin, so get pacin, im an elite athlete at a track meet and your just a skeet,

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Weeper, teacher, sprinting creature, to defeat the elite cheater.

Rap temple custodian, i'm priest to meet you, you're elite too?

Aiming it at a pig, charlotte's web is going to miss you

So call me red cos i beat elite fours

So i went down south but i ended up north

Of corrupt government leaders and elite aristocracy,

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

Elite geek speaks unique, sleek with mystique, sweet technique

Of a convertible elopin' to get married