This is a song about "Cheer and basketball"

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

Self made coming soon

No fear, no cheer, all gloom

Going on my own to play some basketball

Motherfucking 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

Showing my skills like i'm playing basketball on the court

Like basketball i toss the alley

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Good kids make bad grown ups

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold