This is a song about "Being cold at basketball"

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

You should lock me up for being so dope with a flow so cold

I remember being frustrated that i was never played at shows,

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

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

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

Let you niggas know milita my gang, mcn if you was thinkin’ it’s a game

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

Another human being laying cold on the slaughter plate

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

Okay lamborghini mercy, yo chick, she so thirsty

I hate being in court, looking at the attorney

Anto's rhymes are like pantomimes, always being laughed at

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that

Play basketball you can't even fuckin jump shot

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top