This is a song about "Ball crust"

Baby, let me give you a call

Imma ball to the day i fall

Ball like kobe bryant/

I’m coming back like light-skin and

We popping bottles, it don't stop

Ball hard and we dont flop

And inequality, .... still we ball our fists,

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

Poke out from behind her

Ball like a globe trotter

Screwing emcees with ma flow or fucking the whole earth's crust

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust