This is a song about "Winning soccer"

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Kid, of a soccer mom, doesn't know why i'm called motherfucker

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

All this mother fucking shit i'm saying but i'm already winning

For thinking you clean

I'm still winning like sheen

Lets take war to the scum and pray the day were winning,

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Sparking ganja in a honda van of soccer moms

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Asking myself am i gonna be winning

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Straight over and told her mama there's a soccer game,

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain