This is a song about "Tennis ball"

P.s eh i ain't trying to nit pick

Levitate a ball like a magic trick,

Staring at the crystal ball

Didn't do a thing at all

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

Just picture you're inside my big medicine ball

Back like dennis the menace, playin lyrical tennis in this endless rhythmical diss

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

Imma ball to the day i fall

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

But this aint no tennis match, thats done boring

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

I salute you like cinderella at the ball.

Ball like a globe trotter

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her