This is a song about "Andrew s tits"

Thinks he's the tits but that crap's fallacious, tremendously heinous

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Forget your balls, and grow a pair of tits

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

My g"s have been handcuffed,

And bijies like im out and

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

I’ma show you why the ring finger need a peace sign

Suffer is your worth you're ducking sperm tits jiggling

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids

I got pics of this bitch with her little tits

It´s the battle of life

Then put it into sex drive

Jackin my minidick to fake big tits and blondes

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts