This is a song about "Soccer players"

That's word to ksa i'm trying to make sunnier days

Playing soccer, stupid, stay in a sucker's place

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

Two players rockin silk blazers and diamonds like glaciers

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

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

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

We kicked it then i score, soccer game

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

I get gritty on wax like record players- i'm the slayer of that kind

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

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

It's enough to make you crazy, it's fuckin with my domeya only live once on this earth

I've become immune to you no name haters

Look deep inside my train of thoughts, gold ring players,