This is a song about "Moth balls"

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

Best be prepared for the outlaws

By a moth, whom really had no right/

Yo she think my steering wheel on the wrong side

Your balls cry during bug life

I need a backyard full court size

Given us the fruits of liberation from your toil

My balls get lubed in oil

I only roll with the real

Man it's cold as balls here

His balls hang awkwardly isosceles

Regular girl, celebrity dreams