This is a song about "Firefighting and football"

But looka the future’s super football star, he’ll hopefully be picked,

You see coming up, we ain’t have that shit to keep our mind focused

And get caught, in the moment

Social conditioning and

Like football your ass smacked dad

I don't want it on my back

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Wearing tanks and tatoos and shit.

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Think not ok i gotta football game on thursday at 8pm at the game i got five

Grab the scissors and saws and

She can only live for the moment

Here comes the boom, this is football fuckas, so i stood tall while you suffer

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her