This is a song about "You ll never make it to the nba"

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Or i’m never gonna make it.

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe

Cause it could, come back to cut you man you never know

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

For a brick or two, really put an end to you

Plays you the way you never wanted to

This is like love, that you can never get

Of your never gonna make it you should just quit

The ones who truly reckless but nah forget it you will never

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Mean facts that ll make you scream fast ease back

You ll still be a prize winner

The ice ain't really nothing to her