This is a song about "Bitch im ballin like im comin off of free throws"

I spit quickly, i rhyme sickly, im comin at you fiercely,

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Im getting tired of people spraying shit and darting off

She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

Got me goin off like im gallagher, plastic wrap is surrounding ya,

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

Im fresh like the water comin straight from a well

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

The devil comin from hell im like a demond and when u see me ur goin to start

Ballin in green like im larry bird

Know i meant, every motherfuckin word

Top story, tiger woods be fucking all these white hoes

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

Like i said i run this bitch like im the fuckin reverend