This is a song about "Stapling my balls to the ground"

Carefree i don’t need the stress

My balls mike tyson in the 90s

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

Of the world's balls dropping to celebrate

But it never rain in california unless the pistols out

So i keep my ear to the ground, you know there's haters around

I'll pistol whip you with my lyrics and beat you to the ground.

Told me mary was a go so we passed her round and round

Being beaten up to the one slamming others to the ground

Wrap around 'til they hit the ground and they hear a sound

Minus her boyfriend that i knock to the ground

Leaning off the actavis, passing blunts round and round

Just to find that my whole life was just burned to the ground,

I heard ya lost do you know your way around

Shit, caught up in your perfect world, you never heard me cry

Starting beef, with rappers that dont have the balls to reply,