This is a song about "Ball pits"

Papa said he was sick of seeing me in the pits

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

That ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

Sit on my middle finger and spin like a disco ball

Where the ball meets the wall

So fuck em' all

Then push the milk on a slow bend

Imma ball on you niggas like shawn kemp

Swag never off, all i know is ball

The board ceo, i'm glad you all

Ma nigga be wise, open your eyes, see the unexpected be disguised from the pits of the sky

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

And burst in a ball of flames

Ya'll bullshittin', still goin on dates