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

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Like basketball i toss the alley

Go to college, get a job, marry, have a kid

I can't play basketball like michael jordan did

Please show love, make way for the bad girls club

Now thank you eminem you taught how to fuck up

Say how much i hate everyone, and then you'll know its me?

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

I'm feeling like i never want to be apart

But i tell it how it is parents better keep your guard

I used to have a crush on everyone

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

You was hot for a season

That they are better than everyone

Minus the love, they feel like i was something to hate

How could you think if everyone is fake they can make