This is a song about "How i better thank everyone at basketball"

It better not be a stun that i outdone everyone

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

At his funeral i pleaded how much he will be missed,

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

I need kylle tha crocodile, to come over and show everyone how to rhyme with style,

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

See me and hope i'm intoxicated or slightly faded

I can't play basketball like michael jordan did

If i look content i'm a lot better at faking now

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

How could you think if everyone is fake they can make

We up in diamond supply, spending that carat cake

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

At first i didnt know how bad this shit would bother me