This is a song about "School sport"

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

When im waiting for mealtime at school

Wolf gang make a white pregnant bitch wan' abort

Every sport making baskets at the court

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

And for sport i'm gonna finish you; lyrically not physically

This shit is like a sport we do,

I'm here tryin' to pull you through

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

That was till she chose a school

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Running from the motherfuckin' cops like it's an olympic sport,

Signed a deal, four years, with the devil's sport

Nigga cue me in i'm a peruvian drug lord

Killin' for sport, but i'm still ignored/

I style on new york, pile up my fork