This is a song about "Trippin balls"

You have laid your footprint in the soil

My balls get lubed in oil

Roslanskeet trippin when i get down,

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

Catch you up on places i've been

And from there on they be trippin'

My home was broken by wreckin' balls

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

These cops trippin' now they want me dead