This is a song about "Air ball"

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Everyday we live and breathe the air

No, not on top but down there

Or something that you paid for

Ball like a globe trotter

By the phone, no call

Whilst i roll up in a big ball,

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Just picture you're inside my big medicine ball

Never hit the mall and forever get it all

So fuck em' all

Schools out, its time to ball.