This is a song about "Born to ball"

You tried to raise a fist against me, but couldn't ball one up to make it

Swear a niggas draws be on some stupid neiman marcus shit

I'm a born fighter, sworn to nothing but a lighter/

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

Just me and my boss no worries at all

Just to prove to yall, that i can ball

I was born to do great things, i aint just speaking chatter

Nigga don't give a fuck, that's that wolf gang swagger

What the fuck happened to rap when

No ball caps, when im turning back to them

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

Knowing i ball now to get to gentle paces

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

I wasn't born mean i was pushed to treachery

Wolf gang, kill em' all

Schools out, its time to ball.