This is a song about "Beach balls"

My balls get lubed in oil

Given us the fruits of liberation from your toil

Now im doing cannon balls

Kirko paint her walls

So i went down south but i ended up north

So take my bat and these base balls

Your balls hiding in their whites

Wale they call me tiger stripes

Huh, a metaphor of course

Sittin on bowling balls

And we gon' take it do max but i don't know screech

Grab some friends start playing footy on the beach

'cause i had the strength and balls

Metaphor, chilling with better whores