This is a song about "Fucking football players"

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

I do not want to get involved with drugdealers and players

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Look deep inside my train of thoughts, gold ring players,

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

Sup players, thanks for all the support,

Like football your ass smacked dad

Ha my mojo back

So you drop a diss on a disk that you expect people to slip into their cd players

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

Gonna lose our football but we weren't to shabby we also did this challenge

I've been deemed a fiend/cause i haven't seized my dreams/and succeeded much

Here comes the boom, this is football fuckas, so i stood tall while you suffer

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her