This is a song about "Ball sack and penis"

Blow trees like a hurricane

And burst in a ball of flames

Ball hard and we dont flop

Red dots cause i’m red hot

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

Masterful, fifth of jack and a sack of magical

Find the body rip off the head and put it in my nap sack

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back

Grow your ball sack and get on the track

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

Or something that you paid for

Fucking ball like a clipper and knicker,

Bitch, they call it motor city

Get a sack and come smoke with me

Aha, and she aint only after one penis

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks