This is a song about "My football c"

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

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

My nigga rozay put me on the tour cus i amuse him

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

Might as well, mix it up. im a fashion whore

Thowin around bombs worse then ponder with a football,

Like, "peel, fruits, juice, vitamin c?"

Headband endo, ya'll ain't ready

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

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

And all anyone cares about is the c