This is a song about "Baqir loves ball"

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

Everybody loves to root for a nuisance

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Everybody loves a nuisance

It ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

I salute you like cinderella at the ball.

That my tigress loves his highness

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Like a women who loves to chase

I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face

Staring at the crystal ball

Now we must stand tall

We pray while we prey on competition

Loves a drug so whats your prescription?

Just as you rose you will fall

From the bench to the ball