This is a song about "You are trash at football"

Then two days later you are shot dead at your crib

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

All you gossiping fags are pure, garbage and trash

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

Why you saving that, with her misbehaving ass

And 53 percent of whites are just seen as "gutter trash",

And if it blast at ya chest, my nigga you are done

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

Am i cheating on this woman if i'm gettin' naked pictures from another

Here comes the boom, this is football fuckas, so i stood tall while you suffer

I'm hoping i confess

But you can't trash a mess