This is a song about "Basket"

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!

With an uppercut and hit me with a basket of laundry

The dips, consulted by the son of malachi york, doggy

Leave em waitin like buffalo bill, but no basket

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

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

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

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

And that's jay line i had to quote that

Put lotion in the basket and then rip em apart

Want the title but im always fighting under card