This is a song about "Riley the goalie"

As the king upon the throne

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

My bitch more sophisticated cause she like to smoke

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga

You're fucking with me, nigga

I bring the heat like the

People sticking in pins, kicking his shins, like he's the goalie.

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,