This is a song about "The champs"

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Speed up, patience, please cause

Of the future stars and distinguish the difference between the

Something like rihanna while i’m up in that vagina

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Got the passion for the music

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

In the face of the outside.

Ha! you know what they like

Do the math, get the sum

Now look: the change has come