This is a song about "Ball pits"

Papa said he was sick of seeing me in the pits

The best in my position, i’m passionate with lyrics

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Some afghan leaders were slated evil as they slayed their people in gaping pits

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

Ball hard and we dont flop

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

And inequality, .... still we ball our fists,

Where the ball meets the wall

Wolf gang, kill em' all

The boy who had tasted the heights of heaven itself fell to the deepest pits of hell

Show me some happiness again, i'm going blindi spend my time in this cell, ain't living well

Maybe later on i'll give you a phone call

Then i'm off to play a game of ball/

Rockin dragon ball z short sets

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets