Football

Everytime I look at my wallet I see pasture green,
the flow is so contagious it should be quarantined,
Its all polluted and contaminated,
A lot of it has been documented and laminated,
They abust the word swag but can't translate it,
Don't mix cake batter if you can't make it,
Because I'm sure if i offered it to you, you'd take it,
Like when you jump on a beat you'll murder it but I'll rape it,
Just secome to my poetic justice,
Industry head can't be trusted,
I'm the lion that must be tamed,
The poeticism is simply insane,
Your career is receding have some rogane,
You're washed up just retire you lost the game,
Going broke like Eddie Griffin asking me for change,
But onto my career and how I handle mine,
It'll only get better with time,
While you're in the streets committing crimes, just for a single silver dime,
No morals or education,
You're career needs to be restored like hair restoration,
But you got fired so there goes your workman's compensation,
I expected better, I thought you'd make it,
But you got grilled like a nathan