This is a song about "Ballin like my fam"

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

Plus we've been droppin' hooks and ballin' like our fuckin' shit's kareem,

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

You say that u be ballin like kobe but your whack

And he, what's his name, earl

Lost all my friends, my fam and my girl

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

How little hugs can turn to draws offered

Ballin in green like im larry bird

Fuck with sluts bad, ballin like i'm on the pistons

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

You're uncool like my mother kin

Me and my dudes we ballin

Since we begin, i'm a twisted man, my fam will never understand my plans.

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands