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

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

Trynna start over like im turning the page paige

Dress pimping-like and toast like less when

No ball caps, when im turning back to them

Because i'm turning over a new page,

While half my mental belongs in a cage

If a nigga didn't fake like them

I'ma ball, kill, then hit the pen

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

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Staring at the crystal ball

As i'm watching the snow fall

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Fire burning, room turning, flower on the wall yearning.

From the bench to the ball

Now we must stand tall