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

If i call your hotline and pay 29.99 shit

Ima hit it just to keep the blunt lit

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

Yea this is like a penthouse, served at the top floor

Im about to go hard

They don't hear the bark

To go from sellin’ bags to bottles right out the store

That i got sexy ladies so back up some more

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

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

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

Yo to all my homies in rappad, peace out there!

I must go like fly route

My ex-hoes keep ballin out,

I try to keep an upbeat about things but things don't always go my way,

And keep a tight grip for everyone waiting on the day i slay