This is a song about "Goat fridge gang"

Athlete mentality so fuck my competition

Worshiping goat headed deities and breath in,

I always keep a gallon in the fridge at my apartment

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

His body was lying on the ground like a slaughtered goat.......

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

By a gang called the police

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

Fitting ya without ma gang

So if i talk down to a man

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

Grillin shit out of the fridge and we don't know how old,

It was all bad

Fly bitch gang we did that