This is a song about "My basketball coach gave me the 23 number"

Horror rage, gave me deep scratches round my eyes

She said to love a bitch is to roll the dice

The greed inside my soul gave me shove,

Hoping that nobody don't notice

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

...my god gave me permission

Nigga cue me in i'm a peruvian drug lord

Showing my skills like i'm playing basketball on the court

You gave me confidence, about my appearance especially my weight

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

Which gave me the opportunity of standing out straight on my feet above others

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

He even made me feel like he the number 1 newbie

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

Labs creating a deadly disease the lucky number 3 freemason technicality