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

D-low where's the trigger, i'll let this bullet play hero.. bang

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

Your situation becomes rocky, you drag a pal low

Before you know it, she wet enough to get drowned slow

Heating up like may weather, dog i'm on that floyd shit

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

Just like your balls, she teasin' you

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

Kid come back when your balls have grown

So that don't even matter

Hang your problems on a hanger

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

Forget your balls, and grow a pair of tits

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

They all need attention, they call me a g though