This is a song about "Bitch titties"

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

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

Fuckin myopic bitch

Never agree with that message

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna shit,

You can feel it via spirit

Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch

Uhh, so why ain't i go to college

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

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Before you know it, she workin', jerkin' it nonstop

Lift her shirt them titties bezerk (damn girl)

Pages.so.fast it's taking.my.mind for a whirl.

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

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