This is a song about "Ballin out this world"

I aint stopping till my writing arms had a rest, swag out this world - look how im dressed,

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

Yep she's on x, i called that bitch speed burst

So i don't have to stand this world

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

Out-ta this world, i go bigger, jupiter/

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

We're ballin' in this game, the swag of lebron's stolen,

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

On a daily basis, ballin is the basics, this shit go so hard

I'm out this fuckin' world like a super-spaced nova,

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma

I love and hate this world, this goes out to ma pops

My driver's out of this world, you playing bumper cars