This is a song about "Ass and titties"

And to your ass ima destroy

You got phat pockets like a fat boy

Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five

His crazy ass family and crazy ass wife,

Your ass looks plumb and ripe,

He got hit up that same night

Titties out, betty boop/

I must go like fly route

I fucked your mom last night and her titties i felt

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

And i want you next, gonna rape you ass

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

Signin titties at the rock shows

No, no, we are not those

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack

I mean big ole titties, the void in my minds back,