This is a song about "Tottenham hotspur"

Thot in highschool naw we ain't knew that

Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back

And spunked in the face

Say you through will all my foul ways

Catch me in the kitchen whippin with a gold pot

Can’t tell you where i’m going, just know i won't stop

Get it hot in the pot

That's how i got the weed spot

Seshin on this killa reefa that be the pol pot/

We charging you niggas up you like it or not

Then i bust in her face

Looking for them better days

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

I remember clearly the moment we came face to face