This is a song about "Tennis court"

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

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

Once i get in the court.

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

They've threats with time and court and chores

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

In court declaring my case

Let's face it, i can’t replace

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

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

They try to sue us up in court, lawyers, open cases,

I'm everything that they call nice

Come see me in my court, scoring them threes.