This is a song about "8 ballin"

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

Summer is sunny and i am ballin outside

Ballin til the buzzer blow

You know i be teasing, though

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

Then fade you out like i'm ballin' with mike jordan

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

And we're ballin' like when walter frazier fought the lakers,

I'm 8 ballin with your dealer and he knows my last name get the fuck out

She leave before the sun up, leave you something to think about

Ballin like some young kings

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

So here i am at the store for some chips

Fuck with sluts bad, ballin like i'm on the pistons