This is a song about "Soccer ll"

My anxiety"ll kill me in the long run/

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

Better know my name i,ll be hot in the game/

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

You can call me ll j cause im losing my cool

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

I' ll call you jeremy shocky, you might catch a body

You ll still be a prize winner

It's like you're my mirror

I,ll win every single fight i won't get low

It’s so hard and its so an this marvelous flow