This is a song about "Basket"

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

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

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

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

Stork your head in a basket,

So i'm one with that

And if she have it, she gon' change her blackberry status

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

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

With an uppercut and hit me with a basket of laundry

A baby basket hound gettin lashed,

To reds i ain't know how to act

Leave em waitin like buffalo bill, but no basket

Just take them clothes off oh look you got your hair did