This is a song about "Playing basketball with four kids on a playground"

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

Showing my skills like i'm playing basketball on the court

Private plane, my seat recline

I'm on the playground, and i'm feelin fine.

Gas women then return ‘em like a rental car

In a blender when i was playing with my barbie doll

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

No food in your fridge how you gna feed four kids

I can change the whole game if a nigga bored

I'm playing basketball on the devil's court,

Going on my own to play some basketball

I also have a cutie to call

I couldnt get him to pay attention to his four kids

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics

Dropping a honda four twenty on four twenty,

And the discography, somethin' you got to see