This is a song about "Im a baller"

Because the baller lifestyles were all they showed on tv screens,

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Popped a lolly im sweatin woo!

You good man, we don't want you

While these baller-rappers floss and brag about buyin' porsches,

So i’ma be aight for the night with a goodbye kiss

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

Fuck lil wayne, and coach carter, im a baller, who goes harder than the heat and faggy lakers,

Ima straight up baller cuz i hop like a lemur,

Candies in my pocket, i see you niggas on easter

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

Fuck a fake baller, i can clean them with holy water

Why lie im a litte scared

Beach on the weekend