This is a song about "Ball hard strippers"

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

I salute you like cinderella at the ball.

So i ball so hard mothafuckas wanna fine me, first niggas gotta find me

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

Just picture you're inside my big medicine ball

Hittin your door while your car's spinning, hitting the wall

It’s hip-hop, not pop

Imma ball till i drop

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

(ball so hard) got a broken clock, rolleys that don't tick tock

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

(ball so hard) this shit crazy, y'all don't know that don't shit faze me

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

We drink alcohol while them strippers show tush

Ball so hard mothafuckas want to fine me

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby