This is a song about "Playing ball"

And i'm not playing around

I just spit my game out

I salute you like cinderella at the ball.

Y'all the truth, got a connection with you all

Please correct me, stretch marks

Four more tarts playing harps

Dream, catchin this flow like hakeem, catches a football, its time to crawl,

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

Y you bitches think that im still playing,

I'm on fire, whole hood blazing

Just picture you're inside my big medicine ball

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

Didn't do a thing at all

Where the ball meets the wall

If he does my soul to keep

Your playing my shit on repeat