This is a song about "Do your balls hang low"

My junk hang low like there aint no curfew

Even though she make it hard for me to see you

All this paper i fold

My eyes do be low, two be rolled

He looked up at me like i was crazy, i said listen man

That you dismember a nonmember of your gang you need to hang

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Falls, rub my balls, on your mom’s pink draws

If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day

Let ya balls hang if this is the type of game ya wanna play,

Tell me, why doesn't your ass just suck dick and lay low?

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Your situation becomes rocky, you drag a pal low

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

You get balls dropped in your hole like your a fucking basket,