This is a song about "Matt s balls"

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Now im doing cannon balls

See i let my nigga split that

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Your balls necro butcher

'cause i had the strength and balls

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

To make karma come faster than she normally will

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

My home was broken by wreckin' balls

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts