This is a song about "Ball in"

Ball in hand, with callin stands, i looked at you and never saw a man

Somebody need to tell 'em that they can't do it like i can

Yeah i catch the girls watching me ball wanting to get in on the action but i

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

Put two holes in your head like a bowling ball.

But, tomorrow's uncertainty promotes the urgency in this shit i'mma say

In here it a different kinda ball play either that or making it rain all day

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

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

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

Trying to say goodbye to the glamorous chains and cars

Now we must stand tall

Staring at the crystal ball

Rockin in my jordans so i guess im space jammin on your ball court

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record