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

You can play ball, just like me,

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Watch me open up my mouth so you can feed them to the furnace

You don;t thin anymore

Lay ya ass down on god's green floor

Damn.... can you keep up son?

Yeah bitch this date's done

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

And if you diss me then you can be the runner up,

Shotgun in the drop made a right

Can i hit you up tonight

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

Hey zach i know like me. i don,t not like you. you need alone now

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

You can hear those car tires on the road unless you tell me what's up