This is a song about "My friend who sucks at basketball"

Hold up yea we the best

To my newly found friend

I’m watchin' espnbut when that show end

And she wanted the parts of my friend

If his bitch insist on getting sick

I'm sick of this prick who sucks and fucks a stick

Look at who it generated, lil jizzy my jizz he representing

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

No one seems to understand my struggles, troubled and it sucks,

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Who was at my house taking care of dying granny

Put your faith in christ my friend

Never ever pay rent

My best friend who's not there

Let me hear that beat, air