This is a song about "Backyard balling"

I be calling south yeah i be balling loud

Quit playin games gurl you got my head spinnin round

Like a small garage in your backyard

You shook my world and it felt apart

No matter how low you go you're not lowlyand i, hear that you made a few enemies

Body with no regrets in the backyard next to my pets,im never dissin these

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

No top on mine, niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys

Balling like lebron.in the club them hoes be dancing to my song.

You brought and chose, guess she moving on, yep, we do it wrong

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Crystal-balling you... see you're harshly screwed up

I've been balling those shots

You pull up in parking lots