This is a song about "Dicks and balls"

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

Ill cut all five dicks of one direction, give'em an erection and hand'em to a random

Learn to go over what you rapping, the point of a battle is to project your thoughts

Im gettin this paper and shoot it at hatas call it paper balls

'cause i had the strength and balls

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

I found the seven dragon balls and wished a nigga would

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

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

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

So take my bat and these base balls

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

She likes the way it hits her lips

Forget your balls, and grow a pair of tits

Messing with the blessing of balls and malls are stressing

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king