This is a song about "Food sport"

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food

Your worthless man, just like fuckin canned food.

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

Running from the motherfuckin' cops like it's an olympic sport,

This shit is like a sport we do,

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

And these nigga see this shit as a water sport

Get my employees up on food stamps and work in fast food,

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

Every sport making baskets at the court

He pushing cause his goal's to be higher with the lord