This is a song about "Basketball match"

Right now at 23 i ain't mad at them reds no more

Going on my own to play some basketball

But years of practice and soon our skills would match

Ya balls get a itch pass it to ya mother to scratch.

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

Showing my skills like i'm playing basketball on the court

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

Play basketball you can't even fuckin jump shot

No match to my flow, dog

Ha, okay that 90210 talk

You can't match the greatest,

You was bigger than an artist

Striking a match couldn't match the heat he raps in

Everybody finger point in your direction

Playing basketball everyday.triple double!

Just intentions to impress you, if capable