This is a song about "Kyle xy"

Made out of a goo snake that's a fact where's you're last act

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast

Turn you over pull it out

I've got nothin' to worry about

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

And i'm always taking life at my own pace

Of support i can load,

On top of that, i’m broke

No time but not by a gun in, the face see the way that i pace

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

Claiming i rap like i'm street,

What do i really need

Pull me in, throw me out

I don't know what you heard about

I'll pull out my fencing sword

Competition on the court