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

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

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

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

Supportin' my baby girl just like daddy

Like basketball i toss the alley

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

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

Party player? light up the pretty led/

Give us this day, our daily bread

Not king james, these were coke kings

I conversed with this for twenty years.

Behind the velvet rope, snapping a lot of pictures

An now she twenty with a kid an she fucking with the #fingers