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

I get my paper, y'all just hate

Of the world's balls dropping to celebrate

Wanna fuck em all

When my backs against the wall

I'm that extreme, so haters complain

Or to make their way all the way up to fame

Who knows nothing at all, your crimes consisted of

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

There's is more in to life then mirrors on the wall look at me

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

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

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

I'm that nigga y'all - i just ball

Written in blood on the wall

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

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk