This is a song about "Tennis balls"

Your balls get susan boyle

You have laid your footprint in the soil

But this aint no tennis match, thats done boring

The feds slower than a can pouring

Throw me to the damn wall like tennis ball still i'll bounce back

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

But this real, fuck how you feel

Man it's cold as balls here

Bring the battering ram where you live

My balls die for the thug life

His balls hang awkwardly isosceles

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

So take my bat and these base balls

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

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