This is a song about "Mike mandia gay fag soccer"

Me and my friend play with your head as we kick it flying, we playing soccer

Your bullet points so hollow they could probably pierce body armor

(verse 2: young sandwich/ dead mike)

Always strap so i was alright

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

Playing soccer, stupid, stay in a sucker's place

When i set my bars on this frenzied fag

Cus if your love was all i had

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

We kicked it then i score, soccer game

Pussy and patron make you feel alright

I'm spreadin' to all the crews back, peace harry mike,

Because what you spit is gay,

Get a glass and put chris on, yea

I don't know you, but know kick, niggas in the face, so soccer

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her