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

Went back to the crib with all the homies closed the door

I'm understanding that bull like a matador

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

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

On a daily basis, ballin is the basics, this shit go so hard

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

Ballin out, showin out, at the rendezvous

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

Im about to go hard

We raiders of the lost ark

So the next time you feel like your world's about to end

I walked path that was lit but the darkness began to blend

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

I understand they need to go out and pay the bills,

I try to tell them i'm one of the

I'm about to go super nova