This is a song about "Sportsmanship"

Hit it with a picket cricket wicket, make sure not to miss it, switch it up,

So i conceived a scheme/and retrieved the keys/inside my mind and sealed it shut.

Call me tyga, cuz i'm bout to make it nasty

But cruel people around me treated me badly

Chasing tale and how to keep you away from law,

The year is twenty-ten and i need a saw