This is a song about "School argentina canada polish italian sports"

Take that bitch to canada where errything is snow

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe

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

If you don't give a fuck, put your hands up high

Feels like i went on a pregame sports killin spree/

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

Are much important i'm getting angrier while recording

I just look at you, smile, then wink, thought sports was my thing,

Remember meeting you in those italian heels and that designer dress

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

My friends were off at school

Iced out, okay cool

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

I polish off the impostors, under beds i'm a monster//

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

We drive around in million dollar sports cars