This is a song about "Smelly balls"

His nuts so big, bitch he sitting on his balls

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

Your balls get susan boyle

You have laid your footprint in the soil

Would have to work on his curls at the gym, his cat too smelly

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

#smelly to the #feet, #fleet, #fighting to #defeat

My balls die for the thug life

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

While blazing that smelly fragrance, as i am pacing

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

Your balls hiding in their whites