This is a song about "Gotta ball"

Let's sweat out this alcohol, bet i'm about to ball

You an amateur, they wanna pro to call

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

Gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta flows that cant be beat,

Okay, bad grades, good grades, it's 8th grade, lil boys out here tryna get laid, but all

*cough cough*, that girl is a ball i toss her around like im playing b ball

I'm so-cal, you so-called rappers need to go call

I salute you like cinderella at the ball.

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

Just picture you're inside my big medicine ball

These joints here not found at the mall

Where the ball meets the wall

Imma ball to the day i fall

She suck my dick while i'm on a call

Didn't do a thing at all

Staring at the crystal ball