This is a song about "Ball foot"

Alright, yeah, nigga, i was in the mall

Swag never off, all i know is ball

But we got off on the wrong foot

Better than your bitch would

Sticking to an idea is like big foot sighting

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

6 foot something, in his forties and real slim

So right before i sleep, dear god, what i'm askin

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Swerve never stay alive, foot ain't on gas right now

Warriors, crooks, spartan army's and foot

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

Staring at the crystal ball

Yeah, i'mma let the chips fall

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

I salute you like cinderella at the ball.