This is a song about "Erik fisher foot ball dream"

I'm official nice, y'all niggas fisher price

As your family dies, and my family rise

Schools out, its time to ball.

So fuck em' all

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Americans tackle in foot ball? getting all bloody?

Without a second thought, but you got my respect is all

I salute you like cinderella at the ball.

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

6 foot something, in his forties and real slim

I also have a cutie to call

Swag never off, all i know is ball

White boy, six foot, packin a nine

If they find that stash box just one time

From the bench to the ball

Mirror mirror on the wall