This is a song about "Your balls"

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

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

Theres cum all over your face and we gotta guess who's balls did it

I'm evolving in these particular skills, others devolve yet have a similar will.

I live a liberated lifestyle, i will have your balls rotated on a turnstile cause i'm hostile

Go to college, get a job, marry, have a kid

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

You make a nigga sing songs nice

His balls hang awkwardly isosceles

You have laid your footprint in the soil

My balls get lubed in oil

Forget your balls, and grow a pair of tits

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids