This is a song about "His balls"

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Don't test me unless you got the balls

Your balls get susan boyle

Till my juices rain ooze down into lakes, like oil

Your balls necro butcher

I'm a bad motherfucker

So i cut off his balls and stole his fuckin sight.

Gq told me i'm not the talkative type

So take my bat and these base balls

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

Huh, a metaphor of course

Sittin on bowling balls

My balls buff like he-man

Come get some, you little bum