This is a song about "Easter basket"

Because it's the third world, those dictators are basket cases,

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

But i popped his face with the guage and now his death basket is in a closed casket!

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid

Leave em waitin like buffalo bill, but no basket

This pair of sixes is paranormal that rare shit

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

You think you're hard boiled? fucker you're an easter egg

Reefer head with nuggets that's greener than easter eggs and shit

Never been to the moon this reefer will help you visit

Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

With an uppercut and hit me with a basket of laundry