This is a song about "I m going to the nba"

Leave all they clothes on, baby this ain't so hard

Going to the beach, hope i don't get bit by a shark

I could keep going but im going to stop instead

I don't know what ya'll heard, but hip hop ain't dead

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

Hundred running they ain't finna slow down never

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I aint going to try to play criminal

I walk my way to the top like im going up stairs

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

That we can't forget the past

Going to the southern land

Let you niggas know milita my gang, mcn if you was thinkin’ it’s a game

They are still knocking on my door they wanting more, i`m about to got insane

Emcee m b, remember the name.

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain