This is a song about "Spittinn fire balls"

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

Cut out your livers gizzards and balls

My rapping made you soil

Your balls get susan boyle

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Now im doing cannon balls

Alcohol and booty calls

So take my bat and these base balls

'cause i'm spittin' hot fire,

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Blessed spittinn /expressed rhythm

She’s a star if i ever seen one

I thought i recognized her

But then it caught on fire