This is a song about "Basketball player with the number twenty"

Party player? light up the pretty led/

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

I'm tryna learn somethin new

The giant number who miss you

The day has come, dipset remains the ones

Twenty-four carats, countin cabbage, like the arabs

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

I'm almost done with splitting the track, at twenty-four bars,

And i be countin' money till i pass out

I'm coming up with the bigger number no doubt,

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

Twenty million with the end destination of a rapper, and,

Let me work that, know i'm nasty

Like basketball i toss the alley

But since whitley gilbert and jada pinkett my world been different

Twenty million with the end destination of a rapper, and,