This is a song about "Going pro soccer"

Sparking ganja in a honda van of soccer moms

I'm too explosive for your ears like i'm throwing bombs

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

My mouth is like the sewer, yeah yeah i keep it gutter

A pro with the prose, what a concept

Carol city or was it the west

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

He's a pro at suckin', fuckin spittin' slow with his shit diss

Playing soccer, stupid, stay in a sucker's place

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

I bet you've never seen a pig fly, nope

Imma fucking pro, nigga, i stay composed

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

I thought i was pro with my clever lines

I'm doing this shit quid pro quo like a charity throw.

Used to have this white bitch, she looked like madonna though