This is a song about "Dancing and playing basketball"

Why don’t you fuck off and stick to playing checkers

This what it sound like if i sent my dad letters

Bet i'm heavy with that

Basketball, you are flat

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

And i'm not playing around

My brain is playing games, i thought "anonymoose" and "failure" were synonymous,

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

Playing bootlegged tomb raider, and using newspapers to roll up

Twisted lyrics by these critics, and i'm playing my blues

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

Basketball is a sport to play and understand have some

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

And i ain't playing around i fuckin came to take a puff

Well, you fucking up, and truthfully i had enough