This is a song about "Sin on your chin vape sic balls pop fresh funk"

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Caught the one with the mace dead on his chin

Paper planes, long flights

Your balls hiding in their whites

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause

Falls, rub my balls, on your mom’s pink draws

His nuts so big, bitch he sitting on his balls

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

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

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

Imma pop a cap in your hand~and leave your hand on your cap,

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Cut out your livers gizzards and balls

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

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win