This is a song about "My itchy balls"

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

Sittin on bowling balls

Don't test me unless you got the balls

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Got 'em dropping drawls on my balls after shots of alcohol

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

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

And any chick you can screw i can get wetter

In case shit gets trigger itchy

Summertime in the city

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Why they just want my balls, they dont care bout my feelings

I'm everything that they call nice

My balls die for the thug life