This is a song about "Ball crust"

I think the majors can't decide if i'll come play ball

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

You wife ain't shit, we g'd 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

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Formed crust, two rabbits fucking in a bush,

Cast by my ball sack above your anus.

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

Ball hard and we dont flop

I know you just doing your job

Imma ball on you niggas like shawn kemp

Riding with the chopper, like it's my friend