This is a song about "Big mexican breasts"

Cats so watered down clowns can sink titanic

I eat big. i dream big. i need big

Girls come form a queue and show me all your fucking breasts

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

Can you prove there's something you can call your breasts?

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

Karl malone called her a little mexican, but he never won a chip

Put my squad on my back like i'm wearing me a starter jacket

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

My garage full of cars that bounce

You can disown him or stone him

You the best dressed with ya breasts showin'

After party crib full of broads all naked

And my name too big, and my gang too big

Spose ill snort coke off the breasts

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents