This is a song about "I m 23 basketball player"

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained

I'm tryna learn somethin new

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

I used to play the game and kill nigg'as call it pro player. shoot yo brains out,

Bt i m still writing my rap which is lyrical and melodious....

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

Queen wit a crown that be down for whatever

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

I m stuck with my laptop in this shitty office...

Now i m gonna tell u a real story....

But five years from now i bet she see