This is a song about "Me and sports"

I was wondering maybe

They fucking me and loving me

And get inside of me,

Trying to catch me riding dirty

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

And it makes me sick to think that you could blame me

And i know love me baby

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

Then made me stupid and ruthless

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

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

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Feels like i went on a pregame sports killin spree/