This is a song about "Ballin and rollin"

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

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

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

And it's breaking me down, watching the world spin round

Rollin up blunts and rapin to the sound

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

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

I just got in the game but i'm ballin' hard like a laker and these

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

Gin makes me sin

You know i'm not ballin

Bitch i'm rollin like a ferris,

Shopping i’ll be in paris