This is a song about "You have no balls"

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

Spb dont fuck around with no 8 balls we selling keys

Creations of garbage meaning you have no vocation,

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

Cuz i feel what you go through, i don't have a big dick but balls are statues,

If you even have balls, not what i'd expect.

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

Something no drug will have you facing

And this will be the song that we sing

You don't have to worry about water splashing your balls when you're taking a shit

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

I breed 'em like i'm going to war

You don’t have to worry no more

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

What a desperation, you have no authorization.