This is a song about "Teams draft nfl patriots rounds 1 2 3 4 5 6 7"

Beach on the weekend

I dragged my draft, prepared

#1 (#single #syllables)

Shout out my nigga miles

3 or 4 times a day, do codeine and are dope fiends,

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

Mama whip with 5 of my guys, 4 holdin'

Expecting them to beat teams, easy to get that 3 peat

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

Clock ticks from ten, more socks hung again till 3 2 1 thank god for another year alive, amen.

Like you're the boss and no one's goin'/ to ever take you out your throne/ knowin' you'd go for 'em