This is a song about "Sniffing my balls"

I'm dragging my balls cross these hoes, so my testie bag's a slider.

Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. i'm finer

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

Put the whip cream on my balls spank lick it off

Why they just want my balls, they dont care bout my feelings

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

Bitch i'm a frickin' dog, lick my balls, i'm unleashed, sick 'em all

Any club we out we prolly' tearin' up the sofa

Heavy depressed and stressed, started sniffing sosa

Huh, a metaphor of course

My home was broken by wreckin' balls

Basically, they talk about sniffing girls topless

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Sniffing his dirty washing!

With the piece that kel was rocking