This is a song about "Shooting hoops"

Went out shooting, here's my retribution/

Bamas surprised, deprived from attention

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

Small town guy, spend my time shooting hoops

Treating us like animals shooting us like antelope

And when she not, have her feeling like she on a boat

I'll come swinging from a vine, shooting two pistols

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Shout out my nigga miles

Shooting down moms and wives

Gangsters robbin', shooting back, mama's sobbing pedals,

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

Rockin them hoops and rockin them kicks