This is a song about "Rathe is bad at football"

She got something i never had

Like football your ass smacked dad

In the cold street,where the bad guy is

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

And your crime rate is too high because people have bad habits,

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

No rhyme is a bad rhyme

Shit, see that thing there was mine

Sneak up on attack

Thats where my profit is at

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Think not ok i gotta football game on thursday at 8pm at the game i got five

Here comes the boom, this is football fuckas, so i stood tall while you suffer

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Gorillas at the door fiends sleeping on the floor

Thowin around bombs worse then ponder with a football,