This is a song about "Ball and wieners"

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

And inequality, .... still we ball our fists,

Wet em necks and jaw rest in shock wrecking ball toddler_

I'm haunted by the thoughts of being husband, or a father

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

And the ball sacs are pissing on their parent's epitaphs

Ball hard and we dont flop

It’s hip-hop, not pop

And burst in a ball of flames

And i ain't got what it takes

How they stand there, cuffed up, patient

20 cents and a ball of lint

She just laughs as her life starts flashing back

Grow your ball sack and get on the track