This is a song about "Salman thi he is good in basketball"

Basketball, you are flat

I don't want it on my back

-he is here, he's in my bones

Patron black, uh, patron jones

If its not couture, i will not go to her

He is in the midst of unknown disaster

Down in hell he is hiding, i'm trying to line him up

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Basketball is a sport to play and understand have some

Odd future wolf gang, wu-tang banging in your system

While he still shouts shit because he knows he is in no harm

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

He said my sisters smart and if you're good with her then good

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look