This is a song about "You re bad at fifa"

I work at, i work fast, you twerk bad, hurt that ass

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

You wanna judge me for my lyrics, but you´re not me,

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

Has shes been tryin to lose weight on fifa?

Try to jack and i will attack

Why you treat them so bad

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

Mathematic deconstruction systematic re-destruction yep, we back at it

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

If you think what you see on t v's bad

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

You 're a gap and a bully so stop this folly

At first i didnt know how bad this shit would bother me

And all women who had light features, see