This is a song about "Ball sacks"

Whilst i roll up in a big ball,

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

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

I think the majors can't decide if i'll come play ball

And i don't make no bed rock

Imma ball till i drop

They tryna act tough, bitch i'll throw you like a ball

Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call

I kick back and sick tracks you lick sacks

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Y'all the truth, got a connection with you all

Now pass me the rock, and i'm bout to ball

Hiding reggie sacks in your socks

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

As i'm watching the snow fall

Schools out, its time to ball.