This is a song about "I m ballin"

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

Now i m getting bored and started to write this shit...

U say ur ballin but i kno u work at lids

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

I just brought 'em more audience, shawty wait till november

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

But if i start ballin, i won’t call it

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

I m stuck with my laptop in this shitty office...

Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

At 16 years old,i`m bettter than these haters

We are being wiped off the face of this earth