This is a song about "Football fuckers"

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

Clever mother fuckers, with satellites that hover,

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

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

Lazy fat fuckers on the pensions,

They bringing me fish and chips

For the next one to call me up talking that shit

Fuckers don’t even know the last of it

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

You mother fuckers could pitch utter wonders,

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

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

Football jocks and performers

Whole time, a little more girls

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

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