This is a song about "Your balls"

His balls hang awkwardly isosceles

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Alcohol and booty calls

Cut out your livers gizzards and balls

Ma want me to go find a wife

Your balls cry during bug life

Forget your balls, and grow a pair of tits

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

My balls get lubed in oil

My rapping made you soil

Sittin on bowling balls

Shots, they back and forth

Your balls haven't even dropped, so stop hitting on girl's who like it right/

Make you holla out my name when a thug nigga ride, can i come inside

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

You can use your balls and fuse it into a vagina.