This is a song about "Paper soccer"

Regardless to all them, i appease her

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

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

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

We kicked it then i score, soccer game

You is not hip then i can not coach her

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

It started with a pen and paper,

Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave

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

Played soccer with evil, stabbed the lethal beetle

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

Yo, heres a paper bag,

May just gon' bring hobo back