This is a song about "National basketball association"

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

My lyrics are mistaken for national security bomb threats,

Basketball without rim shillings

So here i am at the store for some chips

It ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

Going on my own to play some basketball

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

For failure and i don't accept that association

Robbing national treasury

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

She michael jackson bad

Basketball, you are flat

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

National debt rises fast, lowers with movements of snails