This is a song about "Baskets"

Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag

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

Flows smooth as swish in baskets

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

Every sport making baskets at the court

Bushmen with blowguns and bamboo baskets of berries

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

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,