This is a song about "Shoot hoops"

Till we're dumb high, dumb high

And shoot the fucking sky,

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

The groups of groupies looped in the hoops of the music business,

Flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots

Small town guy, spend my time shooting hoops

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Drive to your hood and start shoot

And i am raw

Just to come and shoot ya

Spin loops when dropping hooks, hoops like i'm shaq,

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

Young, naive, who slits his wrists, missiles hit to cock and shoot,

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot