This is a song about "Balling with a rari"

With a ba and a masters

Oldest nation on this earth

And she don't want to learn

I rhyme with a lethal pattern,

Throw your money in the air

But hoping with a prayer,

I be calling south yeah i be balling loud

Yall lame niggas. no bitches when yall are out

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

With a thousand latinos! holding rakes with leaves!

See dog? rap is my aim

Got hit, with a hurricane

But not with a four four, but with more of a score

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore