This is a song about "Manchester united are shit"

Cause i hate fakes, y'all are raping this motherfucking hip hop shit

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Hey how you been, are you ready for this shit to begin.

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

Because all these raps are as real as shit,

So finally might make sense, when these rappers are talking shit

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

In my mind's eye, i'm high like united airlines

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

Rarely there's a true father in this united state

United we slam, here comes the people with the rough shit

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

That's really how we represent our country, the "united states",