This is a song about "You can t guard me basketball"

You lowered ur guard in-spite of offense

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

The one who can´t even show a real smile

Run for cover and return fire

Will still catch you niggas off guard like victims of surprise birthdays

Love the game though this is coming from a different place

See i can put down the pipe

Can fuck me whenever you like

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

That you can blame me for

Lower than my credit score

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

You can call me whatever