This is a song about "Dodge ball"

I dodge em like clippers to a hairline that's receding

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Mirror mirror on the wall

From the bench to the ball

And bijies like im out and

Ball like kobe bryant/

Where the ball meets the wall

I don’t do nothing but ball

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Ye we skate and ye we hate do what we do to dodge the fakes

At the pawn shop, tryna sell this baume watch

Yellow light runnin', in a fuckin' white dodge