This is a song about "Peyton manning and eric decker"

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Social conditioning and

I fear no opponent

As she goes through the levels

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Put the purp in the blunt

And remember what i said and

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

*angel* hell no, eric, those goals are generic,

And inhospitable,

Got to the end of the tunnel

And treat the beat like sanitized nazi pussies, i'm a german

Running fakes over like a battering ram, eric dickerson

Fuck you if you feelin' different

Grab the scissors and saws and