This is a song about "Waxing my ball s"

I just play my part make moves like chess

My balls mike tyson in the 90s

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

Rockin in my jordans so i guess im space jammin on your ball court

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

Mirror mirror on the wall

Schools out, its time to ball.

My g"s have been handcuffed,

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Like i got an s on my chest i thank god that im still here hes my bullet

But when you need a friend you can depend on me, call

The rubble, so i threw my mic at him like a knuckle ball,

I said that imma ball with my motherfucking hittas, most likely imma die with

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches