This is a song about "Asking girl about her bra size"

Always asking to eat her spinach dip, then after, we eat her ribs,

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

When i’m looking in the mirror

So i find a girl and slap her

I didn't know the girl a minute 'fore i kissed her

The plight of a rapper or whatever

Now shining in the broad day light, go figure

Quarterback yo girl so i receive her

Call your girl up and meet her/

I get a pen and paper

Double double super size

Chromed-out mansion in paradise

I'm freakin the hoes bra

I ain't, mad, at cha