This is a song about "You suc balls"

Because i see right through your disguise

Your balls cry during bug life

Make you swallow more balls than tables at pool hall

I wish you luck and if you need me, call

Given us the fruits of liberation from your toil

My balls get lubed in oil

Actin like you got the balls to do it

We never tattle, let god handle that

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

But yet you still got the balls to say deezy's just a blow over.

Sittin on bowling balls

Shots, they back and forth

The size of my balls you can't even measure/

Get high together, left ny together

You get balls dropped in your hole like your a fucking basket,

Guess you niggas wasn't listening, homeroom shit