This is a song about "Germany soccer team"

I don't know you, but know kick, niggas in the face, so soccer

I'm haunted by the thoughts of being husband, or a father

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Without a team, no excellence

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen

You a pussy boy, you and your team

Vc can't tell me nothin bout this team,

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Kid, of a soccer mom, doesn't know why i'm called motherfucker

Your team will crash like nascar

Its somethin like manute bol

We kicked it then i score, soccer game

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Sparking ganja in a honda van of soccer moms