This is a song about "I ball har"

Even though i walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

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

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

I just found rappad and i'm havin' a ball

Imma ball to the day i fall

Didn't do a thing at all

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

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

The rubble, so i threw my mic at him like a knuckle ball,

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

I'm living like there's no tomorrow, ball till i fall mother fuck the sorrow

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

I ball hard like i played for cleveland

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and