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

You heard i was in jail, well i just came from the mall

I salute you like cinderella at the ball.

That petty shit that you run for

And i don't run counters no more

Ball so hard can sneak through the security at the mall

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

You don;t thin anymore

Wolf gang, kill em' all

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

Wanna stunt shit, all that new designer shit

Put you file for all your dumb shit

Chris wallace said the sky was the limit

My slight fo's just talk dirty

Have you done shit for me?

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.