This is a song about "Shoot a ball"

Shoot slugs from my mind like a pistol

Never seen you as lyrical

When the present so powerful where the hour seem longer

My son's a ball of blubber, about as awful as my daughter

A round, white-leather ball with red stitches.

I am olubowale, the answer to this

The rubble, so i threw my mic at him like a knuckle ball,

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

And burst in a ball of flames

One verse is all it takes

And my songs when they reach they official

Shoot slugs from my mind like a pistol

Baby, let me give you a call

Whilst i roll up in a big ball,

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

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