This is a song about "Baskets"

Every sport making baskets at the court

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Bushmen with blowguns and bamboo baskets of berries

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

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

Look, need to call it quits

Flows smooth as swish in baskets

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