This is a song about "The city baller 3"

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

Fuck lil wayne, and coach carter, im a baller, who goes harder than the heat and faggy lakers,

Quietly becoming a top tier

Inner city hippy with the heart of steel

Welcome to organized crime

I shoot from the 3 pointer line

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

Flow is cold from the city streets

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

But then you went and ditched me, you fucking left the city

In 3 days the 8th bomb i've dropped

I step up in the spot, they get to working hard

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Words flowing like the city of venice