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

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

...my god gave me permission

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

You gave me confidence, about my appearance especially my weight

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

He even made me feel like he the number 1 newbie

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes,

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

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

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

Here i go again, searching for love

The greed inside my soul gave me shove,

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Labs creating a deadly disease the lucky number 3 freemason technicality

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Like basketball i toss the alley