This is a song about "Gareth bale"

Ball like kobe bryant/

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

I think the majors can't decide if i'll come play ball

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

And we gon' take it do max but i don't know screech

A bunch of senseless bullshit, we don't get days on the beach,

Now say fuck them other bitches them hoes ain't shit

2 g's? gotta snatch the loose leaf out of habit

Hard to tie this rope round

I drive that all around

When i was little i was writing shit while other kids was out skipping rope

Sacrivicing your money for food on hoes you'll end up hungry and broke.

Schools out, its time to ball.

Wanna fuck em all

A bunch a singers and sinners

Talking about the god you serve