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

You think you can reply back and beat me but your dead wrong

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

Money can be re-earned, but you cant turn back time

Go inside the mind, you will find the mine

You can only think about and image it

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

You snap out det trance and now finally you can think

What can you say, you cant even itch

Lying to yourself, all over an image

I guess you think you cas, but i think you trash.

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

Follow your heart you’ll make that fast

But hes dead so you cant

You was bigger than an artist

But not the kind you think,