This is a song about "Me and sports"

And if you don't believe me

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

And they still make me cry,

She gotta hold her head up high

And its just me and niggas wanna smoke wit me?

Double mg pays me, fuck with me, you crazy

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Me and carlcee talked smack and threw me off track

They giving pounds and that before get the money

Feels like i went on a pregame sports killin spree/

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

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

I just look at you, smile, then wink, thought sports was my thing,

But, who is to blame when we let them in on everything

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

They fucking me and loving me