This is a song about "Rugby in canada"

So rest in peace in my hand

Just hustling you understand

Fucking pussies do some research on rugby!

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Take that bitch to canada where errything is snow

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

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

Now everybody put your hands up high

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

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

Knocked out in the lunch in

Gin makes me sin

See i walked in while she creeped in.

They say your name for attention