This is a song about "Ballin and rollin"

Sherm-sticks, rollin' blunts, smokin' up, and dope is cheap,

I said ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my clique

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

Anna baby, stay strong, and wipe them tears rollin down your face

These chalance give me balance

Ballin like some young kings

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

Forever and ever, sayin you be ballin, you never

Ballin like i'm kobe,

No one knows what to say

Ballin till iv'e risen

Even when i'm sleep, i got vision

I don't know what you heard about

My ex-hoes keep ballin out,