This is a song about "Basket ball wars"

Towers over and defends wars

Huh, a metaphor of course

Leave em waitin like buffalo bill, but no basket

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

Wars inside my soul, waged deep in

The presidents is getting honours, for unreasoned wars

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

With an uppercut and hit me with a basket of laundry

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

I'm formin holy wars around me

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

When i get to warwick avenue

Branko brothers gone and gang wars too