This is a song about "Smelly balls"

His balls hang awkwardly isosceles

Right flows down and they might go nice

Playin with fire is a danger zone

Kid come back when your balls have grown

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

My home was broken by wreckin' balls

So take my bat and these base balls

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Given us the fruits of liberation from your toil

My balls get lubed in oil

My balls buff like he-man

Yeah bitch this date's done

My balls get lubed in oil

Your balls get susan boyle

And i bet you all them letters in your mailbox waiting

While blazing that smelly fragrance, as i am pacing