This is a song about "Bb boys sucking ass at freethrows"

They'd whoop my ass after-school, would flee at took flight,

Harder niggas try to hate me, they be lovin’ this side

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

I'ma kick your ass at this shit

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Lookin at my boys like

I work at, i work fast, you twerk bad, hurt that ass

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Mckoo, why you be sucking dick

Still listen to big

It made its way home like a road map, i fathered this

I'm not going to swing at your weak-ass pitches

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

I thought i'd finish his ass at summer jam too