This is a song about "Balls hang low"

Hang your problems on a hanger

You is not hip then i can not coach her

She looks better than beyonce, alicia keys

His balls hang awkwardly isosceles

So take my bat and these base balls

So i went down south but i ended up north

Hang here cuz people's previously sold rocks?

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Lights bulbs when wearin' that wig, flyin' kites

Your balls hiding in their whites

Me? i'm wolf, you can call me tyler though

I be, creeping lower than low

Hang em' up, the dish rack/

And daddy's in the cadillac

My balls get lubed in oil

Given us the fruits of liberation from your toil