This is a song about "Basket"

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

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

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

With an uppercut and hit me with a basket of laundry

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Yeah, they all convinced but all for shit

Stork your head in a basket,

Put lotion in the basket and then rip em apart

See, the love is gone with one another, it's hard

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

You can't act like no bitch that only got tyler perry famous

Leave em waitin like buffalo bill, but no basket

To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did

A baby basket hound gettin lashed,

Miami nights, made a couple grand