This is a song about "Madden 15"

I got nothing against them, they got fucking potential

When all i wanna do is show im a 15 yr old rebel

Shoot a cop in the head and get 15 high fives

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive

And getting money is the song i sing

15. your falling apart like your skin is flaking,

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

If we just had more salmon we could play more madden

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Instant, spontaneous combustion of your security

Spiritual, fool's gold

But for long time i had gone cold

Fall in love with defeat, throw my endeavors on the shelf

If i just get 15 minutes i'm gonna stay myself

Chase me like this madden

Hoes row got beans in them