This is a song about "I ball"

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

I grew up in new orleans, ball players and rhyme stars,

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

The ball in my fingers. i be shooting threes outside all day with my hittas and i

Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call

I think the majors can't decide if i'll come play ball

Whilst i roll up in a big ball,

Baby, let me give you a call

I ball hard like i played for cleveland

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

I get thrown around like a rugby ball but atleast i tried,

Why they try to see my flow, but they know that's outta sight

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

The ball in my fingers. i be shooting threes outside all day with my hittas and i

I spit raps hotter than a dragon ball z fireball

Gorgeous, the funky four horsemen and one more