This is a song about "Balls sacks"

My rapping made you soil

My balls get lubed in oil

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

Cant prevent it kicked king arthur in the balls

Black fours red drop head doors

Sittin on bowling balls

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

My home was broken by wreckin' balls

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

His nuts so big, bitch he sitting on his balls

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

His balls hang awkwardly isosceles

I kick back and sick tracks you lick sacks

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

Hiding reggie sacks in your socks

Heard the sound of several gun shots