This is a song about "One ball"

I think the majors can't decide if i'll come play ball

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

You tried to raise a fist against me, but couldn't ball one up to make it

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

I'll cut off one ball, leave you with a uneven sack.

I have the brain of a genius you have the brain of a neanderthal

*cough cough*, that girl is a ball i toss her around like im playing b ball

Im sexing her bodyim gonna make her crawl

Just to prove to yall, that i can ball

And burst in a ball of flames

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

And don't make vibrations stop

Ball hard and we dont flop

Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call

Let's sweat out this alcohol, bet i'm about to ball