This is a song about "Sweaty balls"

Alcohol and booty calls

Sittin on bowling balls

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

My palms sweaty, the mic's slippin thru cemeteries

Don't test me unless you got the balls

Huh, a metaphor of course

Shit, we don't believe none of them

My balls buff like he-man

And of course, my car's off course

Now im doing cannon balls

Your balls get susan boyle

Given us the fruits of liberation from your toil

So take my bat and these base balls

So i went down south but i ended up north