This is a song about "Ass n titties"

I'll strike a match and light your ass, while i write 'n' craft your suicidal note

Evertime i try to speak, they immediatey go into berzerk mode,

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

They're mistaken, thinkin' titties make up for good qualities.

Titties, ass, hands in the air, it's a party over here

I see the same hodon't get mad, i'm only bein real

Took my heart away from money

My ass got sulky n' grumpy

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

Signin titties at the rock shows

Angled like drafting italics, while you're ass is in panic n' dangled from fabric

Do it like tonyfuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Lift her shirt them titties bezerk (damn girl)

Pushed twirled and rushed no time to hurl