This is a song about "Turning over the ball"

No ball caps, when im turning back to them

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

I been trying to show you somethin, got a different approach

Im not the player anymore im turning into the coach

In the mirror? i think im turning you into a lover.

Lay back, i got some money to make, motherfucker

Staring at the crystal ball

Know you want me to fall

This is just an indication that we still working

Fire burning, room turning, flower on the wall yearning.

Does it disect all the chaos turning it to something greater?

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

She doesn't understand the notion, of turning rosaries to roses

It is not hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

I salute you like cinderella at the ball.