This is a song about "Basket balling"

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

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Nobody gives a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

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

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

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

Catch us smokin’ that quik trip

Stork your head in a basket,

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

With an uppercut and hit me with a basket of laundry

I be calling south yeah i be balling loud

She make me chili like t-boz, me leave her out

Leave em waitin like buffalo bill, but no basket

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

You need to stick to balling

In my drawsring, ring, ring