Solo

Ball

Sometimes I don’t play well with others,

But only because they don’t know how to play,

I’m too quick for them in this game,

Other ballers requesting my name,

I know it’s fake, but so is everyone’s fame,

Stay in your lane,

Then you can decide what’s lame,

And feel fresher than lobsters from Maine,

Thin mints got me spitting like Lil Wayne,

33% percent to alter the brain,

This gas got me sounding like Bane,

Blessings coming the size of a crane.