This is a song about "Turle soup hola hoop swoop rock group"

Kidnap a dt, tie his ass to a cross

Burnt the soup, call it asher’s broth

He the rebel, i'm the daughter waitin' for you

In one fell swoop taking from the life that he grew/

Go to a soup kitchen

Catch you up on places i've been

In my own group, i ball so hard the they dont think but know im kobe, im drainin every hoop,

I got somethin' to prove and i got nothin' to lose, so to all y'all fat critics stuck in a loop,

We're trained in a new cage and booth, a hated group,

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

A swoop down defying the steelers i'm tennessee titan

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

As i rushed towards the hoop i look

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

What comes around goes around like a hula hoop