This is a song about "Your hore wanna fuck the team"

Check the stats, my team winning

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

What the fuck am i saying? i don't wanna talk about it,

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Like playing a match without the captain of the team

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

Screw your starting line up, better put your whole team in

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

Why the fuck it so cold, fuck it i dont wanna budge

When your around it's fuck you,when your away they wanna hug you

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

Gillys on the fucking twerk team

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Gettin gwop with my team, don't fuck with my scheme