This is a song about "You can t ball me up"

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

You can cut me up fry my ass like bacon i'll still survive

You can play ball, just like me,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty

A, b-s-t-r-a-c-t, come in smokin' green, talk about a stupid question, you feelin' me?

Whilst i roll up in a big ball,

Make sure to give them my all

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

You tried to raise a fist against me, but couldn't ball one up to make it

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

Lot of tough talk personas, they ain’t really built for war

My dawgs got rabies, they bitin each otherand it ain't hard to find a friend like mine

I won't give you another chance, battle me when you can come up with a rhyme,

Can i hit you up tonight

My uncle pulled me to the side