This is a song about "My balls itch"

My swagger's straight through the roof, bitch

Back to the money my palms itch

Gripping my balls screaming out fuck the law

New grove, still bitches don't know this a flaw

My balls get lubed in oil

Given us the fruits of liberation from your toil

Maybe they know him better, or i don't know no better

The size of my balls you can't even measure/

Know that im thuggin these bitches all on my balls

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

My home was broken by wreckin' balls

Put the whip cream on my balls spank lick it off

But i guess i'm just gonna make this fish stew because

Ya balls get a itch pass it to ya mother to scratch.

Swear this closet full of heat, bitch i never need a match