This is a song about "Basket case"

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

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

Bottles by the case, runnin from the jakes

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Thinking of bliss and the good days

Move like i’m walking with an open case

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

Triangular relationship the case was congruence

Double m-g not to mention we got that

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

And then i look in my trophy case,

Wordplay for days, smoking haze for days

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

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