This is a song about "Ball state"

New york, va, dc, get paid

Just to get her into this state,

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

Ball like a globe trotter

These joints here not found at the mall

From the bench to the ball

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape

It ain't havoc or damage, it's magic in an artistic state

Whilst i roll up in a big ball,

Alright, yeah, nigga, i was in the mall

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

Just picture you're inside my big medicine ball

Schools out, its time to ball.

Didn't do a thing at all