This is a song about "Bmx and boobs"

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

And when theres booze their is boobs

And my weed man should just sell flutes

Put the purp in the blunt

What i do, through and through and

And inhospitable,

As i light one for ill will

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

Mariah tunes and five flutes

I was like damn girl nice boobs,

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

Niggas diewhen they try to infiltrate my crewwe never hide, we ride

Oh you're a guy oops!still like your man boobs this is a rap with no hooks its like/