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

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

I'm clearly in a different tax bracket now, dog

Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call

Mirror mirror on the wall on the wall,

When u see me at the doorstep,retreat..or i'll pluck ur balls out with forceps i don't give a shit/

You gotta keep your sense of humoryou gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit

That song you just wrote it was nothing at all

The angels sing and i feel like thats my roll call

Starting beef, with rappers that dont have the balls to reply,

Man that eats me alive, roll the leaf and get high

Of the world's balls dropping to celebrate

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

Written in blood on the wall

I don’t do nothing but ball

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

Hut one, hut two, told them niggas take a hike