This is a song about "Baseball"

I feel my work ain't enough

Baseball is my first love

Now there fucking dead i've hit them with a baseball bat.

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

Woman kinda like baseball, i'm always watchin they curves

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers

Playng baseball with my boy tube

Pockets probably like fried food

A lion in form, matt leinart when firing the ball

So just get up and show em how yo play baseball

Hit it like a baseball then skip around the bases.

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

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

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

I'm a baseball player, save ya breath like respirators,