This is a song about "Basket case"

In court declaring my case

And i just love your flashy ways

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

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

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

Money is essential so money, case, need job interviews so suit, case

In case i betray my people and master

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

Still got the complete set of glass in the case

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways

Call me bobby ray, but it’s not two names

Bottles by the case, runnin from the jakes

Was framed, got the case of salts

Chomping at your oxygen chords

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid

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