This is a song about "Ball gag"

I can't rap to this beat anymore, it's getting me to gag bad,

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

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

I salute you like cinderella at the ball.

Tie you up and gag your damn mouth

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

Everyone who left me for nothing tell em to call back

You got no room to brag makin me gag your a red flag,

Okay, bad grades, good grades, it's 8th grade, lil boys out here tryna get laid, but all

*cough cough*, that girl is a ball i toss her around like im playing b ball

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

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

So i can kiss a dick in hell, and gag on its peril

I’m here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil

Just picture you're inside my big medicine ball

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