This is a song about "Joey turning the ball over"

Minutes slipping like butter, time turning the wheel

I got to make sure that i can play here

Cause i'm australia and i'm turning back the boats

A mansion with marble floors, and security codes

When i pull up in that candy range

Well guess what i'm turning the page

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

And ball until the throne and thrall

Over the last line of defense, run the ball like sweetness

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

The angels sing and i feel like thats my roll call

I think the majors can't decide if i'll come play ball

Does it disect all the chaos turning it to something greater?

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

Down in miami, with a super ho team

The last thing i need is you turning green