This is a song about "Baskets"

Flows smooth as swish in baskets

The jiggas and the tips

Bring the remainin' red and white pieces to the fort

Every sport making baskets at the court

Bitches lining up lines snortin like its a banquet, so high bitches leaving me babies in baskets,

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

Bushmen with blowguns and bamboo baskets of berries

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

Why don't you put your laundry baskets in the back