This is a song about "My cricket ball"

Schools out, its time to ball.

Just as you rose you will fall

Alright, yeah, nigga, i was in the mall

Whilst i roll up in a big ball,

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

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

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

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

Swag never off, all i know is ball

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

I said that imma ball with my motherfucking hittas, most likely imma die with