This is a song about "Hand ball"

Jeans rolled up switch blade in my hand

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

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

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

I'll smack you with either hand

Got racks you don’t understand

Just picture you're inside my big medicine ball

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

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

With a blunt in there hand,

They burn on every block

Imma ball till i drop

Rockin dragon ball z short sets

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense