This is a song about "Tennis courts"

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

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

Gucci & nike, that’s what i call an option

But this aint no tennis match, thats done boring

The basketball courts, where i had my first fight

More money to count, yeah you know i’m gettin' right

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

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

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Outsidaz, and we sue in the courts

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

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

We come through throbbing like thunder storms

Outsidaz baby, and we suin' the courts

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

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