This is a song about "Gotta ball"

I salute you like cinderella at the ball.

It ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

And i love you all

Schools out, its time to ball.

That ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

Sit on my middle finger and spin like a disco ball

Now pass me the rock, and i'm bout to ball

Just me and my boss no worries at all

Just picture you're inside my big medicine ball

I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall

Mirror mirror on the wall

Staring at the crystal ball

I'm seeing things that's being mean making me sick

Levitate a ball like a magic trick,

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

Gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta flows that cant be beat,