This is a song about "Young nigga ballin"

I'm faking?/ but don't come asking for handouts if a young nigga made it

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

I'm gone stay fly, young k preying every name no nigga never fuckin die.

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Ballin til the buzzer blow

Get you high, keep it on the low

To liberate yourself, africa

Young roy to another nigga

Soulja boy tell 'em did better then the regular

Young, nigga having sex many ways with your mother.

Ballin till iv'e risen

Me and my microphone could be one

Baby heading down a cloud

My ex-hoes keep ballin out,

You know i'm not ballin

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win