This is a song about "Me and sports"

And me hoping with a prayer,

Don't you leave a seed in there

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

And people day to day dealing with me, feeling with me,

And get inside of me,

Yeah, it's all natural baby

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

And so that reality actually grabbed at me when you asked me

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

Chillin' with homies and family

And attention, inside me,

They fucking me and loving me

Ha - so gifted, do it truly

Its laying on me and killing me

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see