This is a song about "We ball hard for these niggas"

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

Crazy what these niggas out here doin' for that deal shit

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

And my bank account look just like a phone card

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

Ball so hard can sneak through the security at the mall

I gotta little clout

We got money so we ball out

Then ask me for a hand out now these niggas relying on me

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy

So we rhyme for the hurting, poor hard working for,

The money gets closer when you seem to be grindin' more

And in fact i can’t deny

We ball on top we ride till we die,