This is a song about "Ball in goal"

Even though i walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

I grew up in new orleans, ball players and rhyme stars,

And bet this, i'm a mothafucking monster

Wet em necks and jaw rest in shock wrecking ball toddler_

Even though in nola we either ball or give rhyme stars,

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

To clear my head i'm feelin low, losin control

Ironic how murders their eternal goal

Except it ain't via the nose it's from deep in my soul

In i go, aiming for the only hole... the only goal,

Americans tackle in foot ball? getting all bloody?

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

I shoot i hear the buzzer the ball hit the bucket and flushed right in