This is a song about "Ball"

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

Just picture you're inside my big medicine ball

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

I also have a cutie to call

These joints here not found at the mall

From the bench to the ball

I fucking hate this job

Imma ball till i drop

And u know my number just give it a call if u wana brawl

*cough cough*, that girl is a ball i toss her around like im playing b ball

Schools out, its time to ball.

Now we must stand tall

I wish you luck and if you need me, call

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

Wolf gang, kill em' all

Where the ball meets the wall