This is a song about "Big tits hannah"

So calm ya tits sit back and relax

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

I miss ya like a bitch with big tits and her brassiere, b

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

That they have some fuckin spasm issues like hannah montana

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Until your tits fall off into your lap

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

True, indeed, i don’t rep no block

Hannah montana gone cop

Suffer is your worth you're ducking sperm tits jiggling

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Spray the fifth, gator kicks

The ones that have the big tits