This is a song about "Iam better then u at soccer"

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

Now my team comin right back at u

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

So u better take a couple steps back,

Watch me enter whatever u do i do it better

But what i do know, is that he's real and he lives forever

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

I'm back u better fight this shit

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

We kicked it then i score, soccer game

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

So u better take a couple steps back,

U say ur ballin but i kno u work at lids

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

Ya better kno lyfe b4 u meet death

I can taste the salt from my tears