This is a song about "Fifa 14"

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

Only 14 and i already have an oligarch

Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him

Imaginary senses manifest in your motion.

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Extraterrestrial runnin' over pedestrians

Ain't uniquely present, but distinctly obsolescent

The club underwater, have em running out the front

Approaching reality ,as time is awakening

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Topping obstacles, unstoppable, the prodigal son

Earl boykins i 'm hearing voices i try and listen

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Every exerted effort is ineffectual

I’m first class on my trip trip

And my rings 14 carat