This is a song about "Basket balling"

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

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

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Stork your head in a basket,

I use verbs that are mind blowing just like eye balling shook ones

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

Dreams of balling like spalding up until i was thirteen

Smile on my face got me feeling like the shit

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

With an uppercut and hit me with a basket of laundry

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

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

I've been balling those shots

I let you know you dealing with dogs