This is a song about "Ball up"

Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call

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

Where the ball meets the wall

I don’t do nothing but ball

I wish you luck and if you need me, call

I salute you like cinderella at the ball.

Come and stay with me, oh, where i live? the mall

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

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

I grew up in new orleans, ball players and rhyme stars,

Dont fuck up don't fall, keep your eye on the ball and dig deeper

Takin' over the scene, couple stacks for the feature

Cause she see the way i ball, how my wrist and that be lit up

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck