This is a song about "Players basket ball"

10th grade, eyes red as shit

Stork your head in a basket,

But i popped his face with the guage and now his death basket is in a closed casket!

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

As i'm watching the snow fall

Whilst i roll up in a big ball,

I've become immune to you no name haters

Three major players gettin papers by the layers

Not only from the rap game, i'm including the planet

You get balls dropped in your hole like your a fucking basket,

Schools out, its time to ball.

By the phone, no call

I'm entertainin' 'til the players change to complainers

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years