This is a song about "Can t even play basket ball"

Even though i walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

Y'all the truth, got a connection with you all

Then i'm off to play a game of ball/

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

We can play pretend that love's a verb

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

Just as you rose you will fall

Just to prove to yall, that i can ball

The arguments are gettin' loud, i wanna stay

Try anyway you can cry or you can play

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

Even though in nola we either ball or give rhyme stars,

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

I'm not even fucking joking i don't play around in verses