This is a song about "Basketball jones"

A lion in form, matt leinart when firing the ball

Going on my own to play some basketball

And be found, deep down, in davey jones locker.

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

I can't play basketball like michael jordan did

But that was fiction, some coward got the story twisted

I'm playing basketball on the devil's court,

I'm chain smoking loud like it's a newport

Y'all turn them #crazy #prophets, jim jones, y'all dying today

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

He's a mixture of mathers, jones, and lamont coleman,

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

Its so crazy jones and az, its so lovely sippin on bubbly

They pull you in and destroy you like manson or prophet jones,

That they probably be in the closet of old folks