This is a song about "His balls"

Ill stick his balls to his jaw, so he can eat meat that's raw, and get sick

Still got me another deal big as any nigga in music

Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon ride

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

Till my juices rain ooze down into lakes, like oil

Your balls get susan boyle

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Cant prevent it kicked king arthur in the balls

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

'cause i had the strength and balls

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

My home was broken by wreckin' balls

My balls die for the thug life

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

Given us the fruits of liberation from your toil

My balls get lubed in oil