This is a song about "Bouncing balls"

Sittin on bowling balls

And of course, my car's off course

'cause i had the strength and balls

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

Given us the fruits of liberation from your toil

My balls get lubed in oil

Cant prevent it kicked king arthur in the balls

So i went down south but i ended up north

Your balls necro butcher

Took the van, went snatch her

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

Bare-naked bedroom bouncing better than bunnies

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

My home was broken by wreckin' balls

You won't see tims and huns bouncing to one rhythm

Hard to move on when you always regret one