This is a song about "Yu can t ball"

And i don't need no center or guard to get him open

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

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

One parent above, the other live scared

Cuz she raised yu from a baby to the point of extent,

Now the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

Just picture you're inside my big medicine ball

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

Ball so hard can sneak through the security at the mall

Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call

Master big t with the fire it's astounding,

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Knew you who threw du ewe yu due que crew true u two drew u lu rue

You bammas like hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep outside of you

Yu suckin like a leech

First class hoes, we on south beach