This is a song about "Street ball"

From the bench to the ball

And we can't fall

The revolution will proceed

G.o.n.z. running down the street

Yeah, i'mma let the chips fall

Schools out, its time to ball.

Chasin dreams to b platinum in the street

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall

I salute you like cinderella at the ball.

The dudes with the q's be proper

Ball like a globe trotter

You forget this shit comes from the street

Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep

I fucking hate this job

Imma ball till i drop