This is a song about "Sic vape balls sin on your chin fresh funk pop"

And take a nap till tomorrow, face down, on my chin

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

His nuts so big, bitch he sitting on his balls

So i went down south but i ended up north

Your balls get susan boyle

Given us the fruits of liberation from your toil

I'll sic' ya with decrees, fresh from the gat's scoff, it's #hat's off, #littered #debris,

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Barely breathin tryin to keep from gettin shot down

And yet you walk with your chin up and no frown

Complex like my written and this instrumental, after this go ahead call me mental

I live a liberated lifestyle, i will have your balls rotated on a turnstile cause i'm hostile

Your balls hiding in their whites

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

Look, i got no time for that type of connection

So sorry im on the road again the tour bus of sin