This is a song about "Sinnet court"

Not likely like stay long please

Come see me in my court, scoring them threes.

Once i get in the court.

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

Centered locked in court, sand isn't it in your anger

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

And there's little to be glad for

To burn this fucking court to the floor.

People don't condone what they've never seen

I am walking around the court sippin lean

Before us accordingly in court of order to speak

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

Rockin in my jordans so i guess im space jammin on your ball court

Straight to my partner room and let him beat it like a keyboard

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

I been strivin for mine ever since i left brittania court/