This is a song about "Gold house sports vice captain"

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

Like playing a match without the captain of the team

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Im your every single sin in life, and every single little vice

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts

Ridiculed by everyone "he's white how can he play sports."

Pass by life twice with vice thrashes to curdle whom,

Just know when you feeling that way spirit's in the room

As he dives into a hive, and tries to pry open the vice,

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

Grand theft auto: vice city too

Love is gonna get you

As tight as it could go, like a vice locked in tight,

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

I'm in your head like mnemonic device

My wicked ways are like a vicious vice