This is a song about "My baller"

Because the baller lifestyles were all they showed on tv screens,

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

How little hugs can turn to draws offered

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

Fuck lil wayne, and coach carter, im a baller, who goes harder than the heat and faggy lakers,

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

This is my original, my validation

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

While these baller-rappers floss and brag about buyin' porsches,

I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with

These my rhymes and my story

Let me rideuntil i get free