This is a song about "Soccer balls"

Kid, of a soccer mom, doesn't know why i'm called motherfucker

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

They calling me often to offer me walls

Don't test me unless you got the balls

Soccer resembles how i ball cause bitch i'm different

Fuckin' y'all with no lubricant, go grab the detergent

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

Cut out your livers gizzards and balls

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

Sittin on bowling balls

Straight over and told her mama there's a soccer game,

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again