This is a song about "Soccer sucks"

It sucks and is such a shame

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

For all you that say my grammar sucks

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

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

No one seems to understand my struggles, troubled and it sucks,

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

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

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Rhyming way too much, god this rap sucks

Shout out my nigga miles