This is a song about "Baskets"

Flows smooth as swish in baskets

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Bushmen with blowguns and bamboo baskets of berries

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

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

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

And everybody grieves, but still nobody seesrecollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix

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

Every sport making baskets at the court

Wolf gang make a white pregnant bitch wan' abort