This is a song about "Highschool football squads fakes reals girls shots"

The fakes just wondering what.

They like talking, its like gossip

Squads had me renegade, crack and all those drugs, what?

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

You ain't' doing shit til you put 10 gees on fantasy football

Dream, catchin this flow like hakeem, catches a football, its time to crawl,

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Biggie got shot too with four shots

I'll arrive in disguise and misfire shots

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

With african battle squads loading gats to the maximum

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

I've been balling those shots

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks