This is a song about "Baseball and bitches"

Party, poppin pills, and poopin on slutty bitches.

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

Well bitches stop flurring, eat chips and relax

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

Get blown like lawn leaves

I just ride for my niggas and give the bitches the business

They talk about the clubs and the benz and ratchet bitches,

You're a pile of ash and ember covered in feces of bitches

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business

Or you'll drive me crazy

Of bad bitches and good tree

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

I'm like a baseball player, spitting's second nature,

Like baseball this is the 5th inning

I was born to do the damn thing