This is a song about "I airball a layup"

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

I turn a mistake into a property

You made me wanna

I hope it still got a

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

I couldn't give a fuck i chop like a machete

Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge

How come i can't escape from a girl i consider a bitch?

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

I don't hear a peep i won't hear a whisper

I wish i had a teacher

Took the van, went snatch her

On they twitter writing novels, see

I look like a freakin' wuss, a pussy

With a 'poof,' i appear, a fucking apparition

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin