This is a song about "Balls in my face"

I'm in the mirror with this look on my face, curious

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

My home was broken by wreckin' balls

And of course, my car's off course

I pulled out my mace and sprayed freddy in the face

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face

Everyone's laughs in my face, say your prayers, say your grace

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

So take my bat and these base balls

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

Coming in my face bust the lights out ya system

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

Judge me for my color and my race, that crap puts an utter in my face