This is a song about "Trippin balls"

Like sally mae on college debt

These cops trippin' now they want me dead

Roslanskeet trippin when i get down,

Pants get stone, we call it the breakdown

Goin skinny dippin', and you know we ain't trippin'

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

Don't test me unless you got the balls

They calling me often to offer me walls

Create life with the beats, alicia keys

His balls hang awkwardly isosceles

Trippin' on these friendly faces and friendly notions.

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns