This is a song about "The homies lit an about to go out ballin"

Visions, dreams of passion

I'm the coldest out ballin

I'm about to go super nova

And muthafuck the quota

Im about to go hard

No gimmick: real time, real heart

Ballin out, showin out, at the rendezvous

Grew with disdain though i hate whoever ain't you

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

To the oppressed out there, go on, just keep your head up

An obstacle ill hurdle it while i keep the purple lit

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit