This is a song about "Ball and wieners"

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

Even though i'll walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames

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

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

Givin' 'em a wet, welcome to the house of pain

The elites keeping us locked under ball and chain

And burst in a ball of flames

I know what it takes

Go! you free to go about your business

And just ball like kobe n pau gasol these bitches

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

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

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

Grow your ball sack and get on the track