This is a song about "Girls can play basketball"

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)

Is that sweat coming of your brow, think you can play with the guns click clack blow

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

Thinks they can play in my m-o

Just let it chill joe

Play basketball you can't even fuckin jump shot

Shit don't stopcuz i can make that ass drop

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

I can tell the girls have sympathy for me

Have a toast for tha homiessee we both gotta die

I was at the crib wit my girls you can call me lizzy i

Basketball without rim shillings

While scheming on hits

You can go find another bitch to play yo game

To this day, the game, will never be the same