This is a song about "Balls on neck"

Spitting sentences spilling residue on his crew neck

Open vagina: put ya legs behind ya head

A lil' closer let me see you in the spot light

She's lost for words from the #tire #placement on her neck hide

She's lost for words from the #tire #placement on her neck hide

Gettin' highwhite boys done wrecked their shittryin to check my ride

Whip me real hard whip whip me real hard on my balls

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

And burned inside a bonfire while a tire on his neck

Although you will still end up with a spare hole on your neck.

But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head

And put wack rappers on a island with a chain to the neck

And i ain't stopping baby even if the light is red

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

Fall to rise, from a couple balls paused with white on knives