This is a song about "Rubber balls"

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

My home was broken by wreckin' balls

Old rubber burners feed kids, have to run the numbers

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

I always use the rubber.

So we'll just suffer

The bitch feel. if i'm fast i'm burning the rubber

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Just because i look hansome don't think my lyrics are rubber.

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Now im doing cannon balls

Given us the fruits of liberation from your toil

My balls get lubed in oil

Peel out, burnin rubber

And that i spent the night with her