This is a song about "How to shoot a basketball"

I ain't, mad, at cha

Just to come and shoot ya

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

Young, naive, who slits his wrists, missiles hit to cock and shoot,

To shoot a load on your blinded retina.

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

Shoot up, smoke, do what you need to to clog your veins

Going on my own to play some basketball

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Shoot slugs from my mind like a pistol

With a honey in the middle

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

Young, naive, who slits his wrists, missiles hit to cock and shoot,

Some people believe not to a full extent say im crazy theyd shoot up innocents

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love