This is a song about "Ballin and kicks"

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

And we're ballin' like when walter frazier fought the lakers,

She leave before the sun up, leave you something to think about

I'm 8 ballin with your dealer and he knows my last name get the fuck out

You know i'm not ballin

You're uncool like my mother kin

Im sick (puke) like my nike kicks

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids

He drags her to a stall, beats her, and kicks her in her jaw,

So en garde, my god we got these artists in awe

Dope niggas locked out 4 year rap drought

My ex-hoes keep ballin out,

Here i go again, searching for love

Kicks ass spit tracks so blasphemous

Everyone who left me for nothing tell em to call back

Presidential status got me ballin like kobe and shaq,