This is a song about "Black balls"

Your balls get susan boyle

Given us the fruits of liberation from your toil

So take my bat and these base balls

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Your balls big vagina

My all gold rolly or the

His balls hang awkwardly isosceles

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

His nuts so big, bitch he sitting on his balls

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

Man it's cold as balls here

I am for real

Wale they call me tiger stripes

Your balls hiding in their whites