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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

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

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

And you will fall, no lie it doesn't matter about the size i'll still end your life

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Soul pure like a girl keeping her virginity,

If you to check out

Ask her what she thank about

Quarterback yo girl so i receive her

It's real dog, i live in the fire

Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirlmy mossberg goes boom, what's another plug

Got your bitch in her thong no bra on. bout to beat that pussy up, man i dont give a fuck.

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

It ain't about the size of the man, just the heart of the fighter

A girl 15, lets call her christine

And i put you on the team