This is a song about "Basket ball wars"

Shots, they back and forth

I bring the force like star wars

Towers over and defends wars

I love women, air max's and liquor stores

A baby basket hound gettin lashed,

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

And there's little to be glad for

Verbally assault and cause wars shore to shore

Stork your head in a basket,

It shows i know a bit

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

Claiming ourself more now fit wars

I'm on point baby, ready to stick you

Branko brothers gone and gang wars too

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

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love