This is a song about "Bitchez suck balls"

Your balls hiding in their whites

Just to make it in this broadway lights

Your balls cry during bug life

And when i start to rise

Your balls get susan boyle

Till my juices rain ooze down into lakes, like oil

I'm feeling alright,y'all bitchez are blight

I seem to love these whips - a white

They had a hell of a run

My balls buff like he-man

You gotta breathe and be at ease

His balls hang awkwardly isosceles

A twenty somethin cup

Cuz all you do is suck/

Huh, a metaphor of course

'cause i had the strength and balls