This is a song about "Ballin on niggas"

Play hard to get, females get jealous

Fake niggas i plan on seeing less of

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

You all expendable niggas on your sylvester stallone

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

And when my eyes looking like a nigga tired

Imma ball on you niggas like shawn kemp

If i didn't, i guess i'm a cool cocaine connect

I will fracture to a fraction

You know i'm not ballin

Catchin' up with hood niggas, ballin', rhymin' triple beam,

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

I swear to god i go in on these niggas no homo

Me and my pupils is mutual they not focused as me though