This is a song about "Oxford sports day"

Ridiculed by everyone "he's white how can he play sports."

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts

So imma chase money all day

When love comes callin', don’t look away

Seen too many of y’all getting money, know my turn coming

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

She can't know where my mother stay

Count doughwork hard all day ever day

We live paycheck to paycheck, and struggled day to day,

But i got two a-mex's that look the same way

Gangstas dying from day to day

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

Police discovery early the next day

I'm hopped up on it, it won't go away