This is a song about "Itchy balls"

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

So take my bat and these base balls

Big bull, mad rapper with balls of steel

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

Your balls get susan boyle

My balls get lubed in oil

Shots, they back and forth

Sittin on bowling balls

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

In case shit gets trigger itchy

'cause i had the strength and balls

Alcohol and booty calls

My balls get lubed in oil

Given us the fruits of liberation from your toil

Cut out your livers gizzards and balls

So i went down south but i ended up north