This is a song about "Nba ballers"

Fuck tha policewon't fly away, thug, till i dieyou wonder why i'm made this way

Focused on is tryna get paid, i'm self made, i'm on a mission to get to the nba,

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

Stop flossing, all you "ballers", fuck your benz, shiny wheels,

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back

But the ballers and the players, i ain’t living like that,

Ballers flossin' every day, i want to be nice on this shit,

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

. left in this pinch of taverns end, a ballers den while u crammed.

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

Nba 2k but i'm not a hooper, drug a bitch haha, i dooped her

I'll be nothin' but a replica lookin' in the mirror