This is a song about "Rugby in canada"

You ain’t wet nobody, nigga, you canada dry

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie

Niggas is hot when i hit the block, what if i die tonight

I get thrown around like a rugby ball but atleast i tried,

Hmmm where should i begin

Knocked out in the lunch in

Phone in his hand, coffee in his spleen.

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

In a private jet while i'm walking in

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

While in reality im in a oldsmobile killing posers in the alleys

I say that keeps me going

Taskforce reporting in

Watch you in,watch you in, watch you in, im in for the win

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position