This is a song about "Basket"

But shit, let me explain- it's because times been hard

Put lotion in the basket and then rip em apart

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

It use to be love, happiness and companionshipremember when i treated you good

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

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

Stork your head in a basket,

It's all good, finna dog that

A baby basket hound gettin lashed,

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

Trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

Leave em waitin like buffalo bill, but no basket

Put my squad on my back like i'm wearing me a starter jacket

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