This is a song about "I 75"

Dreams of balling like spalding up until i was thirteen

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

I realize as i cry everything i have i owe to them

And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

You in lame in real life, but real g on the track

(i know it's short but the class planned a cipher

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Smoke one stack straight to my dome

75. i'll be sleeping at home,

Sort of remind you, why you don’t court no vagina

Cause them hoopin' ambitions was where it's at (uh)

I though i was red hot

Lets talk about the cars y'all got