This is a song about "Moth balls"

Let me change the temperature

My balls ashton kutcher

Your balls get susan boyle

My balls get lubed in oil

By a moth, whom really had no right/

Girl i don’t want to rush tonight

His balls hang awkwardly isosceles

You make a nigga sing songs nice

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Don't test me unless you got the balls

Your balls hiding in their whites

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights

And never let up, look how i just crept up without applause

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

My balls get lubed in oil

You have laid your footprint in the soil