This is a song about "Players basket ball"

I salute you like cinderella at the ball.

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

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

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

A baby basket hound gettin lashed,

Miami nights, made a couple grand

Staring at the crystal ball

I also have a cutie to call

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Look deep inside my train of thoughts, gold ring players,

Stork your head in a basket,

Could be applied to this shit

From the bench to the ball

Baby, let me give you a call