This is a song about "Firefighting and football"

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

You ain't' doing shit til you put 10 gees on fantasy football

Dream, catchin this flow like hakeem, catches a football, its time to crawl,

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

Social conditioning and

I'm glad i sacked his ass in football back then i was hella raw

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Ay sallie, i know i ain't been answering your calls

From the back seat, back seat

They laugh and scream and leap