This is a song about "Ball smacking"

But when you need a friend you can depend on me, call

Let's sweat out this alcohol, bet i'm about to ball

I fucking hate this job

Imma ball till i drop

From the bench to the ball

By the phone, no call

And this money handsome, ain't that a panty anthem

Addicted to smacking feeble weaklings 'n' recklessly beat 'em

Smacking them out their denim

Something wicked this way come

The dudes with the q's be proper

Ball like a globe trotter

Just picture you're inside my big medicine ball

You heard i was in jail, well i just came from the mall