This is a song about "How to ball"

Just to see how it tasted

And my momma keep smoking that shit

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Yeah i catch the girls watching me ball wanting to get in on the action but i

How we yet to find solace

So let 'em chase love

Accustomed to the consistency like dammit how

Look over your shoulder, i am a man now

When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit

Thinking about how to do this and how not to lose it

By the phone, no call

Schools out, its time to ball.

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

As a kid he had no-one to play ball with

I said, "look, you need to crawl 'fore you ball

I wish you luck and if you need me, call