This is a song about "Jabba the hut"

I don’t do nothing but ball

Where the ball meets the wall

Grow up broke on tha rope of insanity

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

The realist in the game

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

But after hearing mathematics he was water for my quenching thirst

Car seats got screens in them

Do the math, get the sum

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

The more battles the better the flows

Love reefer and love sneaker above those