This is a song about "Str8 ballin"

But if i start ballin, i won’t call it

I got two whole tears in a bucket

Ballin till iv'e risen

Top ranked, number one my son

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Catchin' up with hood niggas, ballin', rhymin' triple beam,

I still keep it indie, y'all worried the dow slim

3. don't fuck with a guy who's straight up ballin,

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

You say that u be ballin like kobe but your whack

Fuck what y’all talkin’ about

My ex-hoes keep ballin out,