This is a song about "You think you can ball but you cant"

Fuck fame, fuck money

You can play ball, just like me,

What can you say, you cant even itch

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Nothing can be cant you see

You can try but you cant explain.......

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

But if you ain't got the dance they revoke your spinning

Then i cant believe you think you young and tripping

You niggahs think you can hurt me then you are cray

Then some lady named billie holiday

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

I know some people call me real as hell, but i don't think you can clearly tell

My rap isn't fast but i have been the coldest

You snap out det trance and now finally you can think