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

Just like your balls, she teasin' you

Don't fuck around and make it true

Your balls cry during bug life

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

There is a light that shines

Your balls hiding in their whites

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

You need more assist than the handicapped kids, oh, shit

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

Every day we fight the system, just to make our way

It's been a couple months, and tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn

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

Huh, a metaphor of course

Cut out your livers gizzards and balls

Your balls necro butcher

And you know i paint that picture