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

Just me and my boss no worries at all

Cut me off, delete my number, and never call

I plead with em, the system ain't right

The basketball courts, where i had my first fight

The greed inside my soul gave me shove,

She call me daddy like a nigga puff

Like basketball i toss the alley

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

...my god gave me permission

Go where you ain't been

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

Fuck lil wayne, and coach carter, im a baller, who goes harder than the heat and faggy lakers,

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Labs creating a deadly disease the lucky number 3 freemason technicality

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

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