This is a song about "The nfl draft"

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad

I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick

When i put my tongue on automatic im the first in the draft pick

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

Dawg your not hot stop it,in a draft im always the top pick

Life has put her to the test

I dragged my draft, prepared

Flyer than the rest of them

Do the math, get the sum

The realist in the game

He don't do the same

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

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

I'm the nigga with the juice