This is a song about "Basket"

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

I probably would wear 'em but my dick don't fit

Put lotion in the basket and then rip em apart

See we’ll be cool as long as you just play your part

Stork your head in a basket,

Bulletproof vest won't protect shit

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

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

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

A baby basket hound gettin lashed,

Racks on racks, i don’t know how to act

Fuck what them niggas saying i aspire for greatness

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