This is a song about "Tennis"

But this aint no tennis match, thats done boring

With no receivers had the pickin of a option

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

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

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

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

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

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap