This is a song about "Basketball featuring sam"

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window

Stupid-ass, he been in the game like basketball, but no,

Going on my own to play some basketball

Billy-club chainsaw, i’m coming through their front door

Even uncle sam agrees.

Create life with the beats, alicia keys

Play basketball you can't even fuckin jump shot

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Tko sam ja, sta si ti

We like to party

Cause you're not my wife, bitch you're a stand for this night

The basketball courts, where i had my first fight

Basketball, you are flat

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap