This is a song about "Tacos sweaty basketball"

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

Showing my skills like i'm playing basketball on the court

Can't win with a passive attack

Basketball, you are flat

And wonder why i ain't ever caught that feeling before

Surrounded by the thirst driven sweaty messes blocking the door

I'm hot, and ready you better be sweaty,

You a lady boss, now you fly free

The basketball courts, where i had my first fight

Tell by your handbag that boy don't do you right

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

I'm playing basketball on the devil's court,

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

At stores they feed into me gettin all sweaty and nervous

Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo

Stupid-ass, he been in the game like basketball, but no,