This is a song about "Hula hoop"

Pockets probably like fried food

You're a baller we can go hoop

But rather than singing non praise the dude

What comes around goes around like a hula hoop

In my own group, i ball so hard the they dont think but know im kobe, im drainin every hoop,

Doctors told me your mom had a deformation, but its ok dude, i may be rude,

As i rushed towards the hoop i look

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good