This is a song about "Augie not making the baskeball team"

I'm not the type to threaten your making the selection

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

I'm not a team player though, just a kid wit dre beats

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

Like playing a match without the captain of the team

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

I'm on fire, whole hood blazing

A ghetto in the making.

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

She can't get enough of the hustle dream team

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Can i tell you that im not living, not making right decisions.

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

So hate the rap arena not these dope songs i'm making

Flapjack, ooh he bring

Check the stats, my team winning