This is a song about "My testicle"

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

She's a part time

My summertime sunshine

My cash effected, my brain insane,

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

You just working with the scraps you was given

She crack a smile, i'm finna turn it out

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

Inferior, but i'm nice

See my pain through my eyes,

Unify them, mob through, take over and

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

And they can't see the tragedy

That is my wish, my fantasy.