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

I spit raps hotter than a dragon ball z fireball

It ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

They ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

I salute you like cinderella at the ball.

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya

Niggas plotting against you, hate you but never tell you

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

M a boy ,make my life unstoppable race...

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

21 years of age, being strapped with a m-4

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Like whenever i look up, i'm expecting the light

I get thrown around like a rugby ball but atleast i tried,

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

I´m a legend, a bigger dick in a vanilla wrapper bitch.