This is a song about "Being cold at basketball"

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

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

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

And i hate myself for being angry at someone so tormented,

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

Dreaming of being the best at this rap shit

I never change, i'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep

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

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

She got up, smarted at her mother and brother, felt the cold

Hardly parted or separated, we stayed faded

I can't play basketball like michael jordan did

I wish you luck and if you need me, call

Going on my own to play some basketball