This is a song about "Money and basketball"

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Basketball, you are flat

It ain't like that

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

Off jump boo, cudi give you funk

And big money like hulk

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

I'm playing basketball on the devil's court,

With plenty of money and women

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

I can't play basketball like michael jordan did

This beat is st.nicholas,young, black, gifted

I got money mind and money on my wrist

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed