This is a song about "Money n ballin"

And if i'm down with this banging shit

But if i start ballin, i won’t call it

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

We're ballin' in this game, the swag of lebron's stolen,

Lookin’ for some action

Me and my dudes we ballin

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

Catchin' up with hood niggas, ballin', rhymin' triple beam,

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right

Summer is sunny and i am ballin outside

When you spill out hits

Ballin like some young kings

Ballin like i'm kobe,

For a perfect mother’s day