This is a song about "Hawks soccer raw af"

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

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

Like a jet pilot, professional soccer player, a cop....

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

Is written in our souls, africa

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

Spitting raw, gonna need a napkin/

With a little bit of passion

Life of and outlaw

Fuck raw, pull out, now withdraw

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Dimes in my socks the pigs watching like hawks

Me and my friend play with your head as we kick it flying, we playing soccer

It's lopsided like a aa college student trying to undertake a d1 scholar