This is a song about "Basket balling"

And bijies like im out and

A baby basket hound gettin lashed,

Leave em waitin like buffalo bill, but no basket

My tv stays on cartoon network, fuck that twilight shit

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

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

I be calling south yeah i be balling loud

Moco 1 2 4 when i go out

Dreams of balling like spalding up until i was thirteen

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

And i be with p, so i got bbc shit

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

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

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good