This is a song about "Kejuan ball in"

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

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

Miley came in like a wrecking ball, i came in like an american nuclear explosion, the rhyme version,

Laylow your game has improved and worsened to be honest, you're just an unpredictable person

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

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

Baby daddy in the streets playin ball in new sneaks

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

Wolf gang, kill em' all

Schools out, its time to ball.

Staring at the crystal ball

Didn't do a thing at all

That ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

Put two holes in your head like a bowling ball.

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

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