This is a song about "Soccer hooligan city ninjas hunting knife"

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

The opposite of this foolish hooligan

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

Like a jet pilot, professional soccer player, a cop....

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain

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

Never have i missed while hunting a twisted list

Suck her neck before i eat her like she's breakfast

News flash: concern in the city,

What them tippers don't see

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

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her