This is a song about "The court is now open"

Tryna find a way ball without touching the court

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

Open bar with the torch card, now i open my own times^32

Now the old me is back

Top dropped down, black on black

Okay, so play d, know what i mean

I am walking around the court sippin lean

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

Now no more bullshit, open wide feel no horrid, here comes the bullet,

Drain a trey walk off the court, mark cuban better pay me

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

They calling me often to offer me walls

Life sentence, court order, hearing the journeys thoughts

Have to move that bitch so far she need a postcard

Rape a bitch, rampart, im dorner outside the la court yard