This is a song about "Red ball"

I don't want you to have my permit yet

Covered the room in splattered red,

Mirror mirror on the wall

Whilst i roll up in a big ball,

Whats marijuana? my fuckin eyes are never red

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

Y'all test like professors, you can get ahead

Watch your body turn indian red,

Covered the room in splattered red,

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

Color your eyes alveolar red

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

As i'm watching the snow fall

From the bench to the ball

Just as you rose you will fall

Where the ball meets the wall