This is a song about "Tennis"

Back like dennis the menace, playin lyrical tennis in this endless rhythmical diss

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

Throw me to the damn wall like tennis ball still i'll bounce back

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

The fittest crew like a pair of nike jordan tennis shoes,

But this aint no tennis match, thats done boring

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win