This is a song about "Pilgrims soccer"

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

Kid, of a soccer mom, doesn't know why i'm called motherfucker

Like a jet pilot, professional soccer player, a cop....

Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot

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

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Sparking ganja in a honda van of soccer moms

Parking lot of the blue flame

We kicked it then i score, soccer game

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

Zealous pilgrims are gone, now it's competitive wars,

I don't know you, but know kick, niggas in the face, so soccer

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her