This is a song about "Moth balls"

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

Assaulting cops i'm attracted to my pen like a moth

Just to make it in this broadway lights

Your balls hiding in their whites

By a moth, whom really had no right/

Over me the same peeps that have died

Kidnap a dt, tie his ass to a cross

Find a size fourteen, get the death's head moth

My all gold rolly or the

Your balls big vagina

When we not in summer

My balls ashton kutcher

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

His nuts so big, bitch he sitting on his balls