This is a song about "Turning the ball over"

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

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

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

Imma ball to the day i fall

Make sure to give them my all

Where the ball meets the wall

As i'm watching the snow fall

I like to ask the bad bitches if they ass is real

Minutes slipping like butter, time turning the wheel

Had to wear the 13's with them

I'ma ball, kill, then hit the pen

Didn't do a thing at all

From the bench to the ball

Tossing and turning scratching i'm itching, the fuck was i thinking

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king