This is a song about "Being cold at basketball"

Basketball without rim shillings

Been spending most our lives

I'm completely lost and being burnt up at my core

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

Cuz it seems you get ass for free by simply being at the scene

Family and kick it at you, i'm cold as stone you do nothing but stone i'll hone my

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

But i'm a dreamerhave you ever seen a nigga who was strong in the game

Cold to the bone, holdin' my claim / as being dope with the flows n' closest to fame

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

Dreaming about being at the top cause youre a flop at this game youre lame,

That’s real shit, it’s bigger than rap

Basketball, you are flat