This is a song about "How to ball"

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

Just to see how it tasted

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

Cause she see the way i ball, how my wrist and that be lit up

Throw me to the damn wall like tennis ball still i'll bounce back

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

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

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

Maybe later on i'll give you a phone call

Imma ball to the day i fall

Without a second thought, but you got my respect is all

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

To remind me how it feels to drop the ball like stevie bartman

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

Just as you rose you will fall

From the bench to the ball