This is a song about "Dirt ball"

Staring at the crystal ball

Didn't do a thing at all

My shirt, purple label my shirt

In the woods outside on the dirt

With a hand struck from the dirt

I ain't trynna be forward

It's the last day on planet earth, we're stranded dirt

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard

Be a soldier, march on, leave those fuckers in the dirt,

Actual images of enemies in the gardens while i pollute the dirt

How many pistols smoking coming from a broken familyi'm sick of being tired

Girl, i put in that work

Yea i made you feel like dirt

The board ceo, i'm glad you all

From the bench to the ball