This is a song about "Basketball and kicks"

Hes got on some crips kicks

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Alright, yeah, nigga, i was in the mall

Going on my own to play some basketball

And my new kicks don't need to shimmer down.

Pants get stone, we call it the breakdown

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

Im sick (puke) like my nike kicks

Even though she make it hard for me to see you

Then i live with him and he kicks me out too

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

Basketball without rim shillings

Playing basketball everyday.triple double!

To make karma come faster than she normally will