This is a song about "Turning the ball over"

But the cogs are turning, and

But got comma’s in my statement

Imma ball to the day i fall

Maybe later on i'll give you a phone call

Have heads turning on the scene, -what-

They just don't give a fuck

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

Im not the player anymore im turning into the coach

No ball caps, when im turning back to them

Y’all are like snitches, you can’t see the pen

Baby, let me give you a call

From the bench to the ball

Magic city tipping them

I'ma ball, kill, then hit the pen

I'm the prototype with a godly protocol

I salute you like cinderella at the ball.