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

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

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

Ha - so gifted, do it truly

It's a mystery how you came to be

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

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

These young niggas come outta nowhere taking out the heart of that shit, know what i'm saying

How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating

Jumping off a bridge and i don't know how to swim

Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him

To shoot a load on your blinded retina.

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

Never been a nigga more intricate with the wisdom

Basketball is a sport to play and understand have some

Or a mom who didn’t even know how to add

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that