This is a song about "Being cold at basketball"

So it leaves me to wonder

At the thought of being popular

Trying to get at me cuz they miss me, being their bitch in their shotgun seat

Listen to your friend get another man for a minute then repeat

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Basketball without rim shillings

Fuck fame, i love my fans just a little more

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

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

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

I hate being in court, looking at the attorney

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Dreaming of being the best at this rap shit

I put that nigga in his casket

Going on my own to play some basketball

She suck my dick while i'm on a call