This is a song about "Will about baseball"

//promise that you will sing about me

We got money to go get baby

//promise that you will sing about me

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Grew up in the jungle where it's killers at war

So just get up and show em how yo play baseball

Looked to the heavens and asked him to make a better way

And this time im for sure it all about you and i will obey

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

We all will be talking about me by next week you'll see/

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Playng baseball with my boy tube

Now nigga, look what hell madevisions of cops and sirens, niggas open fire

When you sit n stair for awhile, youll see her tongue will slip out and run about a mile,

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

//promise that you will sing about me