This is a song about "New york basketball"

So i gotta pitch them this, for a better outcome

Basketball is a sport to play and understand have some

Play basketball you can't even fuckin jump shot

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Ethnic whites in new york city, tight-knit, keep close,

Going on my own to play some basketball

Y'all the truth, got a connection with you all

Killin' all the way from new york and east detroit,

Seen the how-to video now he on point

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

I travel in a new york minute and keep it movin like pigeons

My ass funky like a cab driver in new york city, pass the class,

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Puttin all those cali and new york jobs on my wishlist,

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist