This is a song about "Baskets"

I'm chain smoking loud like it's a newport

Every sport making baskets at the court

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

Flows smooth as swish in baskets

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track

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

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

We skip college, chase dollars and black pennies

Bushmen with blowguns and bamboo baskets of berries