This is a song about "Squash the sport"

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

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

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

Fuck the pork, pluck the chickens for sport.

Ok they accepted me as a jock for every sport on the block am i a nerd anymore

I recollect we used to ball now just living's enoughi stand tall in the winter summer spring or fall

Tryna find the one

The bigger the the fun

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

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

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Dreamed away all these right dreams, nightmares squash like tight jeans

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

And these nigga see this shit as a water sport