This is a song about "Football fuckers"

Girl i don’t want to rush tonight

Cut the fuckers up black or white

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

And my clique make that dinero, so it's time to meet the fuckers

You mother fuckers could pitch utter wonders,

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Lazy fat fuckers on the pensions,

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

I refuse to be another being on this earth

What goes around comes around mother fuckers

Punt her like a football 'till my hoof leg goes numb. my oh my, what do we here?

Every time i drive to work it gets caught in the steering wheel

Narrow minded fuckers and a

Now hey little mama