This is a song about "Baskets"

When you spill out hits

Flows smooth as swish in baskets

Every sport making baskets at the court

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

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

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

Bushmen with blowguns and bamboo baskets of berries

You just want jewelry and all them fuckin shopping sprees

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

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