This is a song about "My cricket ball"

Sit on my middle finger and spin like a disco ball

My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall

That's how i got the weed spot

Imma ball till i drop

Just picture you're inside my big medicine ball

I'm so-cal, you so-called rappers need to go call

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Cause she see the way i ball, how my wrist and that be lit up

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

The ball in my fingers. i be shooting threes outside all day with my hittas and i

The rubble, so i threw my mic at him like a knuckle ball,

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

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

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford