This is a song about "Tennis courts"

Stand for something or die in the morning

But this aint no tennis match, thats done boring

The basketball courts, where i had my first fight

I can smell it when i go outside

Outsidaz, and we sue in the courts

Mr. red carpet, i don't do awards

Enough/ the courts are to blame / made me this insane/ death of my

Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfucker's die

Fuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype track

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

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

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

Crack hurts me cause syllables tear, slurring up courts like, "i ain't even there",