This is a song about "Ball crust"

Just picture you're inside my big medicine ball

Hittin your door while your car's spinning, hitting the wall

And i should've known to have a thicker crust

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

Don't know her name those ain't really important

Serving disses like dishes pie yah im bout lay crust,

Then i'm off to play a game of ball/

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

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

Sit on my middle finger and spin like a disco ball

True, indeed, i don’t rep no block

Imma ball till i drop

Trying hard to speak and

Ball like kobe bryant/