This is a song about "A girls tits"

My girls and my sbs, got a thing for pink boxes

And first off, i ain't trying to be conscious

Songs all about bitches tits.

I only got four minutes

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Go to your little horse tell girls they need a saddle

So all your girls bet a grab ya boyz

Simply out of this world by choice

Knew a couple smart girls that turned into hoes for tuition

I start evaluating, then my final intuition

When standing next to macklemore's girls in a thrift shop

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

My cumb’s all up and on your tits

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

I used to make girls disappear you’d think i was a magician