This is a song about "Basketball and golf"

To take all those wrongs and make them right

The basketball courts, where i had my first fight

Basketball without rim shillings

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

So much green my new car should be a golf cart

This for my niggas that really rap hard

And remember what i said and

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

When you can't make a hit even on a golf range

Peep gamedon't let the money make you change

Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend

What i do, through and through and

And nasty remains and bones

And i don't think homes