This is a song about "Ball"

Whilst i roll up in a big ball,

Didn't do a thing at all

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

Put two holes in your head like a bowling ball.

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

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

Schools out, its time to ball.

Wanna fuck em all

Never hit the mall and forever get it all

I salute you like cinderella at the ball.

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Ball like a globe trotter

Then i'm off to play a game of ball/

Maybe later on i'll give you a phone call

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

And inequality, .... still we ball our fists,