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

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

He even made me feel like he the number 1 newbie

You're uncool like my mother kin

...my god gave me permission

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Shit is getting to me i'm my number one fucking enemy

The greed inside my soul gave me shove,

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

Going on my own to play some basketball

My ambition is ammunition if this is war

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,

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

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

Like basketball i toss the alley

Nothin sweet when i attend, see