This is a song about "Big titties"

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

That's right, heheheyo, i heard you got beat up by the police

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Your titties got me horny bitch quit getting pushy

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

Back to square one again, watching these titties wobbling with great,

The jager in my cup is licorice black

I mean big ole titties, the void in my minds back,

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

I love titties, you want hickeys, i don't let girls striptease, iv'e been to every city

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

If i suck titties and do lines with dead whitney!