This is a song about "Ball and wieners"

The elites keeping us locked under ball and chain

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Yeah ballgame, i swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans

And the ball sacs are pissing on their parent's epitaphs

They hold it down like a ball and chain

I ain't even start yet, this is propane

My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall

Now pass me the rock, and i'm bout to ball

And i don't blame you, cause game gets swang like it ain't shit

Ball at a height that most you couldn't reach and at the peak of it

Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call

I just found rappad and i'm havin' a ball

All these little dreams you got, they're not shit

When rob and dez was in the ball pit