This is a song about "Joes smelly balls"

I'm a son of gun

My balls buff like he-man

Right flows down and they might go nice

Your balls cry during bug life

Your balls necro butcher

I said i'm hurting her

My balls die for the thug life

Chromed-out mansion in paradise

Soaked smelly t-shirt, let my heart do a spin.

Could you tell me where to go? i need direction

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

The fish was kinda smelly

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

My rhymes are better than you average joes,

So i went down south but i ended up north

His nuts so big, bitch he sitting on his balls