This is a song about "You name is anthony and i think i m good at foot ball i get no bitches"

I think the majors can't decide if i'll come play ball

Feds get involved, i’m slipping off into senegal

Swag never off, all i know is ball

Y'all the truth, got a connection with you all

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

At 16 years old,i`m bettter than these haters

Do you think i should quit rapping, and fucking stick to good merits?

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

I know that you think you're good at rapping and funny,

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track

I told you bitches thats how it is i aint no fag

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

My heart start to smolder and soul start get colder, i realise im no good,