This is a song about "Tennis balls"

Don't test me unless you got the balls

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Oh brother all this, cus i got big balls

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

So take my bat and these base balls

Your balls get susan boyle

My balls get lubed in oil

Living in a gangsta’s paradise

My balls die for the thug life

Now im doing cannon balls

Shots, they back and forth

They blowing up my phone

Kid come back when your balls have grown

Given us the fruits of liberation from your toil

My balls get lubed in oil