This is a song about "Balls to the walls"

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

You ain't got the balls to write and spit a dissin record do ya?

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

To be feeling walls and no don't do wrestling

The walls are constructed by the very fire that keeps me on

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

Don't test me unless you got the balls

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

Freaked out tore down the walls like posters

No offense ya bitch taking balls to the face like bowling pins

Make my passion to critics ? backward opinions