This is a song about "You can t ball"

You an amateur, they wanna pro to call

I salute you like cinderella at the ball.

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

My flow ain't to fast and t ain't to slow, just so perfect that you could never know

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

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

Got lebron entourages like maverick and richie paul

Ball so hard can sneak through the security at the mall

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

Despite living with more attention than light skinned, women

Like a chick who can t cum if you cant write hot bars then rent one