This is a song about "Ass titties and mixtapes"

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

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

With his funny ass laugh and his fuckin shitty ass hair,

And it was mixtape after mixtapes and then the

Yea, obie tricepour out a lil' liquor nigga

Go and lick a dick, you're a big retarded ass

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

So i banged for a minute

Titties out, betty boop/

Come wit me you'll smoke around

That fat ass looks juicy and round

Lucifer's back with his mixtapes, dropping fire, y'all waiting folks,

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes