This is a song about "The city baller 3"

You good man, we don't want you

12 and 16, were 3/4 of the way through.

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Cause i fucked two cukoo prostitutes in the city!

He lying i’m on papers

City bread just like the rangers

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

But then you went and ditched me, you fucking left the city

When i get my hands on nines

But to think the first 3 times

At the clock 3 seconds left i stop

Just searching for the perfect shot

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

Rejected from being a baller, infected with the thinking that we're all nerds