This is a song about "Mls soccer"

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

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Straight over and told her mama there's a soccer game,

I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

We kicked it then i score, soccer game

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Like a jet pilot, professional soccer player, a cop....

I'm the mouth of the district, nobody work harder

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

Soccer resembles how i ball cause bitch i'm different

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk