This is a song about "Tennis stuff"

I got glasses to see stuff,

So let 'em chase love

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

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

He's the one doing his stuff

I'm just trying to focus

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

Ducking bill collectors like jehovah’s witness

List includes everyone who seeks his new stuff

Have to leave without your stuff

Ships that sail to distant places

Thank kenny burns, though we not talking

But this aint no tennis match, thats done boring