This is a song about "Tennis"

But this aint no tennis match, thats done boring

The pigs fly away in the morning

Throw me to the damn wall like tennis ball still i'll bounce back

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

The fittest crew like a pair of nike jordan tennis shoes,

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

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages