This is a song about "My nutsack"

Inside my eyes, cameras replaced my rods and my cones

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

I'm playing cody, smoking stogies, make the rhythm better

My god is my saviour he is my protector,

These my rhymes and my story

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Where my grimy figures at? look lively addressing the captain

Enforce, i'm elegant and

My streaks my testament.