This is a song about "Basket"

Put lotion in the basket and then rip em apart

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

And all the pain the world cause she be healin' that shit

A baby basket hound gettin lashed,

Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

With an uppercut and hit me with a basket of laundry

You get balls dropped in your hole like your a fucking basket,

You need more assist than the handicapped kids, oh, shit

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

Leave em waitin like buffalo bill, but no basket

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

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

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