Charlie Hayley - Football [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Charlie Haylee]
I been thinkin bout the days on the street corners
Back when I was still a kid and my crew loitered
Round the block tryin to cop a shot of Smirnoff
See a parent and drop, try not to cough
Out loud lest we lose the money to cop some
Before we were selling it, treat your nose with the talcum
I been thinkin bout the days when I didn't think
And never picked up a pen, 'less it was to ink
Fuck you on the bathroom stall walls
All day never frontin, Paul Walls
Bass drop like the Nasdaq, crash fast
Always finish shit dead least, half-assed
Like this skinny ho twerking to this diplo
She'll give head tonight then head home, bimbo
Coles with the rock
Shoot slow, oral Glock
Pujols, batting rocks
Smooth flow, with the pot
Cooking rhymes and some eggs in my mommas kitchen
Then shove 'em in her fucking mouth so she'll stop bitchin
Bout how I'm the worst son there could ever, ever be
Bet she wish I never popped up in her ovaries
Fuck it, I'm overly
Angry, and you know it's me
If someone kills the beat with ease
Then has the bass with melted cheese
What a fishy joke, double pun intended
Spit the shit to keep your fuckin baby daddy's dick extended
I said, what a fishy joke, double pun intended
Spit the shit to keep your fuckin baby daddy's dick extended
No homo
Bitch