This is a song about "Adopt low class ballin"

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

The white working class is the majority, the upper class,

I be, creeping lower than low

Never break, took a break though

Cold, my style making my nose run

Ballin till iv'e risen

A cayman porsche, dropped his name adopt

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard

Ballin in green like im larry bird

I miss you at my recent show

They setting the bar low,

Ballin like some young kings

The deepest of your feelings

Lights will flash, cars will crash

Along with the whole class