This is a song about "Balls in the mud"

Don't test me unless you got the balls

Huh, a metaphor of course

So go dig for yourself a tomb in the motherfucken mud

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Your a fake n a fraud make me wanna kick you str8 in the balls

So much fuckin' white make darth vader have a dimmer force

My rapping made you soil

My balls get lubed in oil

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

Liven in a house made out of mud dirt and rain

But bitches down in your berserk ass, pounding your balls as it drips the tears

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

I'm rolling a cigar, bob marley would endorse

The lids of his eye's up, showing big burning #balls

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,