This is a song about "I ball out"

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

I spit raps hotter than a dragon ball z fireball

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

Swag never off, all i know is ball

Knowing i ball now to get to gentle paces

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

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

And i been fucking with cosby since i was ten, you damn right

Okay, bad grades, good grades, it's 8th grade, lil boys out here tryna get laid, but all

*cough cough*, that girl is a ball i toss her around like im playing b ball

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

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

Soccer resembles how i ball cause bitch i'm different

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

I ball hard like i played for cleveland