This is a song about "Football fuckers"

Thowin around bombs worse then ponder with a football,

Hittin your door while your car's spinning, hitting the wall

And be you, that's when it sounds beautiful

Fake fuckers, who freeze up when there's trouble,

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

But nobody cares about ém, son bow down now, fuckers, ether nigga

So you finally got the nerve

Football jocks and performers

You muther fuckers smell like a dead rose

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

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

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

You see dem boys sign me to the scope right

Cut the fuckers up black or white

Representing grimsby mother fuckers not the london town

Your bitch texted me, wants it now so i had to knock her down