This is a song about "Ballin like my fam"

What up girl, tell me how you been

Me and my dudes we ballin

Presidential status got me ballin like kobe and shaq,

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

My ex-hoes keep ballin out,

Baby heading down a cloud

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

I change my whole approach fam damn the dark side of this man will be truly

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

You niggas be ballin, but can't ball on me, like a g