This is a song about "Basket balling"

I step up in the spot, they get to working hard

Put lotion in the basket and then rip em apart

With an uppercut and hit me with a basket of laundry

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

I've been balling those shots

Gotta get back to the d, you know we finally famous

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

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

Crystal-balling you... see you're harshly screwed up

Leave em waitin like buffalo bill, but no basket

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit