This is a song about "Ball foot"

Warriors, crooks, spartan army's and foot

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

So let's have a toast, everything fine

White boy, six foot, packin a nine

But we got off on the wrong foot

Better than your bitch would

Didn't do a thing at all

Staring at the crystal ball

Fuck that job been around that block

Imma ball till i drop

As i'm watching the snow fall

Where the ball meets the wall

Sticking to an idea is like big foot sighting

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Fuck with mine, i'll put my foot up your ass

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash