This is a song about "Big tits"

No famous name vouch and i'm still the shit

Not a diss randy you're the tits i'll admit

I drop the cash, pop bands then pop tags

So calm ya tits sit back and relax

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

Yo mamas so black her tits are filled with grape flavored silicone

Not likely like stay long please

Those tits im gonna squeeze

I be eating her pussy, i flick the clit quick, now i'm sucking on her tits

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Suffer is your worth you're ducking sperm tits jiggling

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

Every damn shirt you own is a shirt for showin' off your tits,

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots