This is a song about "Waxing my ball s"

Sit on my middle finger and spin like a disco ball

But when you need a friend you can depend on me, call

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches

I said that imma ball with my motherfucking hittas, most likely imma die with

S on my chest like a superman vest

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

But i got two platinum artists, at the same damn time

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

My son's a ball of blubber, about as awful as my daughter

To get a pair, niggas killed him right in front the mall

Just picture you're inside my big medicine ball