This is a song about "My testicles"

And the judge never knew which substance i used

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

My fliest days and my plummets... my random flaws in abundance,

Grab my knife and my gun

Cold world no blanket son

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Got my head in my hands.

Catch you up on places i've been

My researched information,

That is my wish, my fantasy.

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

Maybe i lack the fortitude to try to court you