This is a song about "Lotion in the basket"

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

With an uppercut and hit me with a basket of laundry

My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws

So just put the fucking lotion on or set me off

Got no fear in no officer, they be scared of them doctors

With nothing but a bottle of skin lotion and barney posters,

Gin makes me sin

Knocked out in the lunch in

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

I got that same hunger, rock-a-fella chain hunger

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

But i popped his face with the guage and now his death basket is in a closed casket!

All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Like an explosion, erosion, you need some healing lotion,