This is a song about "Balls hang low"

Gotta front me a brick, that ain’t nothin’ to you

My junk hang low like there aint no curfew

I be, creeping lower than low

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

My home was broken by wreckin' balls

Your balls big vagina

Now hey little mama

Sittin on bowling balls

Huh, a metaphor of course

Let ya balls hang if this is the type of game ya wanna play,

But habits have changed and i've been trying to change mine all the way

Yellow diamonds in my ear

Man it's cold as balls here