This is a song about "Ball"

Put two holes in your head like a bowling ball.

Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call

By the phone, no call

Schools out, its time to ball.

I don’t do nothing but ball

Imma ball to the day i fall

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

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

Know you want me to fall

Whilst i roll up in a big ball,

I salute you like cinderella at the ball.

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

While working on my mistakes

And burst in a ball of flames