This is a song about "You think you a baller"

Everytime i think of you, even a little

I'm throwin around broads playing monkey in the middle

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Ima straight up baller cuz i hop like a lemur,

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

You're a baller we can go hoop

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Mine is worth more than pay of a pro baller

Gasp i think you need a minute

You gone make me flip then split your shit

You think i'm lying to you

Watching for the cops that's moving through

You think this is a fucking joke!!

When i'm on it, on it like my job

I could say that i'm a baller with the riches and dough,

Shout outs to my philly hoes, told her drop that eagle low