This is a song about "Bitch titties"

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

Everybody, just clap your hands if your a real

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

The jager in my cup is licorice black

My snapback with got a d on it, my snapchat got her titties on it.

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Yeah, we get this cabbage

Rack, rack, city bitch, city bitch

Ten ten ten twenties on ya titties bitch

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

If i suck titties and do lines with dead whitney!

I'm gon' make a pretty big sandwich

Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch