This is a song about "School sport"

If you try to give it to me at the door

Go show them sport yea what you were made for

Thats kool-aid, moutain dew, and cris on you

This shit is like a sport we do,

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

Straight to my partner room and let him beat it like a keyboard

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

No dirt weed, give me purp with no seeds, please aboard

Wolf of wall street my favourite sport

I style on new york, pile up my fork

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

Fuck the pork, pluck the chickens for sport.

Rapping rule, back to school

Iced out, okay cool