This is a song about "Indian fat boy who play football"

There was a little girl who never went out to play

See i came a long way, that's living the wrong way

The giggle of a school boy who might jus miss behave

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

A boy who feels his home, just ain't his home

Born alone, work alone, die alone

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Am i just a country boy, who rocks

So play back... "whoa ho i'll cut your bodily fat!"

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

Awkward kid in need of a mom who cared/ dressed like a boy

Posing as a humanoid with soy who challenge in coy

"damn, watch that white boy play."

When you see the instant replay

And destroy any fuck boy who been pumpin the game with estrogen/

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one