This is a song about "Farted on my balls"

Given us the fruits of liberation from your toil

My balls get lubed in oil

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

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Why they just want my balls, they dont care bout my feelings

Gripping my balls screaming out fuck the law

New grove, still bitches don't know this a flaw

Complex like my written and this instrumental, after this go ahead call me mental

I live a liberated lifestyle, i will have your balls rotated on a turnstile cause i'm hostile

Sittin on bowling balls

Black fours red drop head doors

Know that im thuggin these bitches all on my balls

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Hittin your door while your car's spinning, hitting the wall

Bitch i'm a frickin' dog, lick my balls, i'm unleashed, sick 'em all