This is a song about "Players basket ball"

Leave em waitin like buffalo bill, but no basket

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

From the bench to the ball

By the phone, no call

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players.

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

Stork your head in a basket,

When you making a difference it's gone be haters

Two players rockin silk blazers and diamonds like glaciers

Cause what is love if you ain't discover love at heart

Put lotion in the basket and then rip em apart

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Because it's the third world, those dictators are basket cases,