This is a song about "Ball pits"

Mirror mirror on the wall

Schools out, its time to ball.

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

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Imma ball to the day i fall

Bitch, i was born to ball

Baby, let me give you a call

Whilst i roll up in a big ball,

Levitate a ball like a magic trick,

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick

Slit arms from the pits, leave a bit attached so i can tear to hear it rip

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Alright, yeah, nigga, i was in the mall

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

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

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