This is a song about "Soccer fans prostitute"

They ain’t rappers; they’re a rapper’s fans/

Yeah ballgame, i swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Trying to please my family, friends and fans

So ain't no future fuckin' youi ain't tha bitch ta love yacan't do a damn thang for you

I live in texas red white and blue, playin soccer come at me and my spanish crew

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Sparking ganja in a honda van of soccer moms

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

I don't know you, but know kick, niggas in the face, so soccer

Talentless scumbag/who spits on his fans/

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

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

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for