This is a song about "Basket"

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

A baby basket hound gettin lashed,

You don't mean that, you faggot

Stork your head in a basket,

Put lotion in the basket and then rip em apart

This for my people that stressing whenever times is hard

With an uppercut and hit me with a basket of laundry

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm through with that shit

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit

But i popped his face with the guage and now his death basket is in a closed casket!

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

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