This is a song about "Tennis balls"

My balls die for the thug life

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

Back like dennis the menace, playin lyrical tennis in this endless rhythmical diss

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

Your balls cry during bug life

I need a backyard full court size

They calling me often to offer me walls

My home was broken by wreckin' balls

Man it's cold as balls here

Be yourself, just show me you're real

But this aint no tennis match, thats done boring

Thank kenny burns, though we not talking

'cause i had the strength and balls

They left the keys to the brand new porsche