This is a song about "You can t ball for shit"

See, my bitch is imported - she came from overseas

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

*aight now its time for t smallz to hop on dis shit*

Just to prove to yall, that i can ball

Maybe later on i'll give you a phone call

Under ya nose a rose grew with no sun at all

I salute you like cinderella at the ball.

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

You can talk about me but better not say shit

Can you rap, or do you just talk shit when you spit?

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

Summertime in the city

You can play ball, just like me,

That you can blame me for

Not relying on the light no more