This is a song about "Basket"

With an uppercut and hit me with a basket of laundry

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Every day was a saturday, shit

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

Leave em waitin like buffalo bill, but no basket

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

Stork your head in a basket,

I know the world been waiting for that

Gotta get back to the d, you know we finally famous

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

A baby basket hound gettin lashed,

Enforce, i'm elegant and

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!