This is a song about "Fifa 15"

I ain't trying to bitch, but they say that i'm hating

15. your falling apart like your skin is flaking,

What, i'm 15 so you thought i wouldn't understand this?

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his

Impending sickness, my destinations the infirmary

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I threw my pair on the lightpole because of him

Receiving cardiopulmonary resuscitation

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

Got no disabilities like other aborigines

Fortifying boundaries, not glorifying cloudy seas/

Went away for a little, let my wisdom increase

A girl 15, lets call her christine

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen