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

For these kids who play around, but hating's just the same shit,

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

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

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Watch your body turn indian red,

She don’t give her nigga head

The giggle of a school boy who might jus miss behave

Playing soccer, stupid, stay in a sucker's place

There was a little boy who never went out to play

And i got 'em every day, every day

I'm tyler, mr. green hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap

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

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

I’m just a flowing white boy who has mad haters

Show me some happiness again, i'm going blindi spend my time in this cell, ain't living well

The boy who had tasted the heights of heaven itself fell to the deepest pits of hell