This is a song about "Ballers"

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

Stop flossing, all you "ballers", fuck your benz, shiny wheels,

But the ballers and the players, i ain’t living like that,

I ride with them boys in the middle of the map

. left in this pinch of taverns end, a ballers den while u crammed.

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

Ballers flossin' every day, i want to be nice on this shit,