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

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

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

You don;t thin anymore

Wolf gang, kill em' all

Play basketball you can't even fuckin jump shot

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

Basketball, you are flat

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard

I drink blood, and im parched, so you better guard

Fuck that job been around that block

Can you beat me or not

A, b-s-t-r-a-c-t, come in smokin' green, talk about a stupid question, you feelin' me?

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

Ya so fine i got to give it to you

Like stealing honey, call me winnie t. pooh