This is a song about "Baseball scenes"

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

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

No squeaky clean scenes of ghetto violence is,

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Like baseball this is the 5th inning

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

It's fuckin' cold dawg, i think i might make freaky scenes,

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

Stick to the script, keep it rollin' like old-time movie scenes,

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Stealing gimmicks these puppets ok with acting scenes,

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

Playng baseball with my boy tube