This is a song about "Sports day"

So i, i stack paper and keep it ghetto

Day in day out the lyrics would flow,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Feels like i went on a pregame sports killin spree/

So, they hate and they say

Along to save the day

I didn't just come here for the day

Got problems, what? i can't say

But i ain't get to see you today

Just get paid, just another day

Needlin' through his day to day

Round my motherfuckin way

And i didn't know what condescending meant till yesterday

And how he gave him ass play, all day, every day

Count doughwork hard all day ever day

White mans world that i'm livin' in, some say