This is a song about "Soccer and bitches"

Than i drop the fucker and leave you broke ass bitches,

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

It seems to remind me of a scene like this

Party, poppin pills, and poopin on slutty bitches.

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Well bitches stop flurring, eat chips and relax

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

We kicked it then i score, soccer game

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

Little more weed, first class seats

And i'll show you all type of bitches

Oh its over whole time she knows this

Her own family and those backstabbing bitches

I'm high as fuck and i didn't call for all this

And bad bitches give me head and tell

True player, cory mo cold as hell