This is a song about "Will about baseball"

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

Hit it like a baseball then skip around the bases.

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

I'm a baseball player, save ya breath like respirators,

Fuck that now trying get the money

//promise that you will sing about me

//promise that you will sing about me

This is like riding through the city

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

//promise that you will sing about me

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Or wondering about the next problem that the government will create

I'm like a baseball player, spitting's second nature,

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Now there fucking dead i've hit them with a baseball bat.

Your bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna do you bad