This is a song about "I ball like curry"

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

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

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

I salute you like cinderella at the ball.

You ain't' doing shit til you put 10 gees on fantasy football

I missed the couch and down i go lookin' like a bouncy ball

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

And they drummin' on the hollow buckets, show ain't over 'til it's bravo

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

Call me a warrior, not because i like curry

Put two holes in your head like a bowling ball.

Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call

20 racks really thats sneaker money

I'm brown and i like curry