This is a song about "Sports"

Feels like i went on a pregame sports killin spree/

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts

Ridiculed by everyone "he's white how can he play sports."

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

Two sports references of people who are important

I just look at you, smile, then wink, thought sports was my thing,

Hurricane clapping, lyricism ain't working