This is a song about "Ball of lint"

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

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

Hit that ball deep with nothing but a flick... of the wrist.

Hey hey, you got me feeling like the greatest

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

My son's a ball of blubber, about as awful as my daughter

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Over the last line of defense, run the ball like sweetness

And burst in a ball of flames

And i ain't got what it takes

Wolf gang, kill em' all

Staring at the crystal ball

Why i'm i fucken crawling like a ball in a game of bowling

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing