This is a song about "My nut sack"

I'll cut off one ball, leave you with a uneven sack.

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

Make a mess outta tracks, got my hat back

Set fire to a fag tryna lick my nut sack,

So i can nut on these hoes

This is love, nothing else close

Now this counselor is trying to tell me that i'm emo, she don't give a fuck

I can't describe it, but my love can't be cracked like a pistachio nut

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Woof, bitch, top dog lay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

All i need is bad hoes, all these niggas gon' rat

Twist another fat sack bout to scorch my lungs black (whys that)

But i've been blasting this track bout as deep as my sack

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad