This is a song about "My nutsack"

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Inside my eyes, cameras replaced my rods and my cones

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Lost all my friends, my fam and my girl

And he, what's his name, earl

Making a movie, spike work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

My own unknown is my enemy,

And losin all his money

Switch swag on you little dick fags

My shit thigh like my bootstraps