This is a song about "Slam dunk"

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I spun the bottle, only to slam the throttle

And the blogger has their reviews in rear view

I go hard in the paint ill dunk on you

Through the microphone, max alone, hold the throne, slam ya,

Used to call me the african don dada

Watch me back-hand ya, then crack-slam ya,

Our nation have to bow, africa

Lately i been stressing so i need you like i’m crazy

I hit that pipebomb with a slam and im talking free

They know how to dunk, but in school they wanna flunk

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened