This is a song about "Soccer players"

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

So you drop a diss on a disk that you expect people to slip into their cd players

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

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Three major players gettin papers by the layers

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

I grew up in new orleans, ball players and rhyme stars,

Verse two:yeah niggai got tha word as hellya blew trial and tha judge gave you

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

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

Sup players, thanks for all the support,

Call 'em dumb players who are not sprayers

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players.

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse