This is a song about "You can t ball"

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

The one who can´t even show a real smile

Run for cover and return fire

Head game outta control, super heroes on the floor

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

You don;t thin anymore

The shit that i spit is more

T-raw you don't know who you fucking with?

No more splurging on fitteds at goliath

Hold your applause until the ceremony end

Imma ball on you niggas like shawn kemp

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

Stay raw? or flash where you could either rap or play ball?

I said, "look, you need to crawl 'fore you ball

I'm so-cal, you so-called rappers need to go call