This is a song about "My football c"

And the whole of group c can suck my d

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Here comes the boom, this is football fuckas, so i stood tall while you suffer

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Punt her like a football 'till my hoof leg goes numb. my oh my, what do we here?

Tupac, the nigga of truth, the nigga of heart, back when he was the real deal//

I'm glad i sacked his ass in football back then i was hella raw

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

Can't say my lyrics ain't deck you when you get #c#l#u#bbed by the violin!

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

No fake doctor in my name, and it's not capped off by m c

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

This is c simeon against the fucking world, so you can kiss my ass/

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

Even ice, i , c , e