This is a song about "Me and sports"

She can make a pimp fall in love

Me and shockin & anonymous

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party

Give me a reasoning to believe that baby you and me,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Its laying on me and killing me

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

I'll meet you in the sky

And they still make me cry,

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Anxieties attacking me, and nothing is relaxing me.

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts

Ridiculed by everyone "he's white how can he play sports."

And i know love me baby

Don't cha know we love ya? sweet lady