This is a song about "Balling with a rari"

I rhyme with a lethal pattern,

So in layman’s terms my words burn

I got blammas, you'll drop your hammers

With a ba and a masters

Got hit, with a hurricane

Things'll never be the same

With a wand and imagination

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

Park my plane right there

But hoping with a prayer,

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

A samurai with a camera, i'm a warrior with vision

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

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

With a blunt filled up with some lime

No timeouts homeboy, just one time