This is a song about "Balls to the wall or nothing at all"

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

Actin like you got the balls to do it

Where the ball meets the wall

And i love you all

Motherfucking 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

But i have the balls to say it all of you dont talk

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

To love me at all at all

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

Have to get through the wall, where i'm a juggernaut

Lookin’ at my rollie, ’bout thirty grand what that cost

That's what i'm screamin when these money hungy cops be chasin

Distraction, fist 'bout to smash the wall after the public reaction

Your bitch just ain't full of you, she just might be a dyke

Sat up for 3 days staring at the wall my friends like