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

Now you gotta understand i was a family man

It depends, what is good and evil, in the eyes of a madman?

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

As he layed down in his bed he starts to think of all the good times in his head,

All because he is white they think he can't rhyme, till he spit some shit

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

My niggas is winning though

You think you good then we can go

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good

A snitch in my hood will do no good maybe he should

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

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

I think my fam is key, cuz my momma believed in me,

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

But he was good at teaching lessons, best in the school,

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule