This is a song about "Kejuan ball in"

Yeah i catch the girls watching me ball wanting to get in on the action but i

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

Rockin in my jordans so i guess im space jammin on your ball court

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

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Mirror mirror on the wall

Whilst i roll up in a big ball,

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Even though in nola we either ball or give rhyme stars,

Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit

When rob and dez was in the ball pit

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Another fuckin pass and see / the ball go in you call that currency

We gotta get back to what really matters

I smoke bowls and ball but still hair in curls,