This is a song about "Grow some pair of balls"

Like the sewage in the major polluted cities , stripped the roots

I'm commander coop, making obsolete every single other pair of troops

An avid reader of grow books and homicides

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

And you all will respect that

In a pair of acid wasted

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

But, ion cherish shit, flyer than a pair of chicks

The lids of his eye's up, showing big burning #balls

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Pull it apart with a hammer and a pair of pliers,

Walkin with a pair of nikes

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

Big bull, mad rapper with balls of steel