This is a song about "Basket"

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

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

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

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

I had to fight back and shit

Stork your head in a basket,

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit

With an uppercut and hit me with a basket of laundry

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Put lotion in the basket and then rip em apart

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

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

Leave em waitin like buffalo bill, but no basket

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that