This is a song about "Tennis stroke"

No having deals, you're broke as fuck, no stroke of luck staying true,

Can’t take no more of your shit cause i can do better without you

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

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

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

Stay fly like a birdie, under par one stroke

And i ain't talking rap, man, i'm coming up this road

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

But this aint no tennis match, thats done boring

A force so strong you couldnt stop it with a stroke

Been running around trying find a job

Had a stroke, suffers high blood pressure, and looks like she doesn't eat

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

So you staple posters of them in your room, they help your way for stroke

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke