This is a song about "Sport"

I style on new york, pile up my fork

Fuck the pork, pluck the chickens for sport.

And for sport i'm gonna finish you; lyrically not physically

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

And all the while i think of you

This shit is like a sport we do,

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

Running from the motherfuckin' cops like it's an olympic sport,

Signed a deal, four years, with the devil's sport

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

Killin' for sport, but i'm still ignored/

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

I'm just a criminal athlete, banned from my own sport and activities.

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze