This is a song about "Ball team"

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

Your team will crash like nascar

Then keep your change like an oink machine

Gillys on the fucking twerk team

I salute you like cinderella at the ball.

I'm so-cal, you so-called rappers need to go call

Fact mj got cut from his ball team

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

Lifes great when you play for my team

100 percent on everything and on my team

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

Swag never off, all i know is ball

Just me and my boss no worries at all

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

All exams deemed finish so i'll go see my team,