This is a song about "How i want to play in the nba bit my mom is poor"

When i used to play outside with my brother in september

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Bottle of wrong-ful, reflection of this bitches head swinging on the wall,

Declaring that i don't want you to barge into my door in the middle of it all

Yo poor ass probably live with your mom in a shack

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

Now all i want is more my little pony toys to play wit

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

I give her vicoden relief you just an aspirin pill

Seen my mom for the first time a in months/ but to me she will

But me and my mom poor all at the very same time

You live your life all serious while i'm enjoying mine

Whole team in dem new drops; nigga you should go && go cop one

I used to be poor in the bad part down, stealing bikes to run,

So in the beginning i felt that i needed to play along

Where your girl at now?3 pills down that's on meand it wouldn't be a song