This is a song about "His balls"

My balls die for the thug life

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

Balls deep in this evil device, meeting his sweet demise

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

So pass the baby oil

Your balls get susan boyle

Wale they call me tiger stripes

Your balls hiding in their whites

If doing it is wrong, i don’t wanna be right

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

Given us the fruits of liberation from your toil

My balls get lubed in oil

Your balls cry during bug life

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice