This is a song about "I airball a layup"

I got a massive wave like a crusade

And i could see you coming home after work late

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

But i ate the whole plate like a fat bitch dinner

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

I remember as a kid i wrote you a little letter

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back

I turn into a beast, i turn the booth to a shack,

I look like a freakin' wuss, a pussy

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

What the fans can't see that mm-mirror gon notice back

If i bleed on a beat, i got greed for a track

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

All of a sudden i feel a pang a

And first off, i ain't trying to be conscious

Cuz i got a crush, ooh ya i got a crush