This is a song about "Ballers"

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

Always on the road again, with omega or the band

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

For everything i lost tell em i want it all back

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

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

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

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