This is a song about "Ballers"

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

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

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

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

His wifey fuck with me and really he don't understand

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

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

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets