This is a song about "Balling out"

I don't know what you heard about

While i rock out with my cock out

You talkin bout you breakin out

And tell me why would we just think about

We smoke loud, might have to get your ears checked out

I be calling south yeah i be balling loud

You need to stick to balling

Don't want to be the king

In the back seat and it's getting quite loud

Man nobody out here's got it figured out

Crystal-balling you... see you're harshly screwed up

It's not making sense to you right now but

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Dreams of balling like spalding up until i was thirteen

With out doubt i wont back out

I must go like fly route