I wish I had it,swish into mavericks,hooping everyday like the rim is a magnet,I wanna be in,the NBA,but all you dummies won’t get out my dang way.I feel like steph in every way only without the curry,the reason why,I don’t know,maybe because you think of me as “slow”.I’ll spend a few bands ,on some new Jordan’s,but I won’t pay a quarter just to see you with your camcorder and yo gang called a wrong name like you and you stupid crappy fame.I can box a bro out, if you turn the lights out,maybe you’ll find the way that I, know you’re messing with the wrong guy