This is a song about "Basket ball"

These joints here not found at the mall

From the bench to the ball

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

And i'm still high, so i'm tryna dip

Put two holes in your head like a bowling ball.

Alright, yeah, nigga, i was in the mall

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Rockin dragon ball z short sets

Where the ball meets the wall

Bitch, i was born to ball

You get balls dropped in your hole like your a fucking basket,

My tv stays on cartoon network, fuck that twilight shit

With an uppercut and hit me with a basket of laundry

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Let's sweat out this alcohol, bet i'm about to ball

My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall