This is a song about "Bitch i m a ball"

A shame i gotta put up with her shit just to get you

Smack either black or white ball like i had a freakin' snooker cue

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

I swing as a swinging ball and been stroked off being bowled

They tryna act tough, bitch i'll throw you like a ball

The angels sing and i feel like thats my roll call

And i feared that my fans say i failed

I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained

Okay, bad grades, good grades, it's 8th grade, lil boys out here tryna get laid, but all

*cough cough*, that girl is a ball i toss her around like im playing b ball

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Can barely walk the city streets

She suck my dick while i'm on a call

Swag never off, all i know is ball

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

Im eating m&ms tonight cause i got a sweet tooth that bites