This is a song about "23 basket"

It shows i know a bit

Stork your head in a basket,

Because it's the third world, those dictators are basket cases,

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Admittedly, mystically, capriciously, willingly never backing down typically

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Splash tha niggaswill i dash your niggasonce i mash these figguzi’ll be badder nigga

Causing traumatic volcanic panic my eruptions are titanic because they sunk the

Ukrainian giving dome top craniumass shot jeans like she painted themt-raw niggas try to favor him

Jesus! this god-forsaken, generation! they can't even have a normal conversation!

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

With an uppercut and hit me with a basket of laundry

Lyrical daggers come in spiritual matter, sharp clatter on the biblical chapters

It's enough to make you crazy, it's fuckin with my domeya only live once on this earth