This is a song about "Tacos sweaty basketball"

You ain't ready, i can tell cuz your hands sweaty/

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Malia family, we the family

Like basketball i toss the alley

And panned out, i'm all in love

Palms are sweaty, i'm nervous.

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

And gary coleman just passed: life is short

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

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

Popos to bring me some tacos while these locos looking like bozos saying

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Her epidermis urgently sweaty like she was nervous

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

Basketball without rim shillings

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks