This is a song about "Boob jugs"

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

On the ceiling after a boob shoot of the milf of my pastor

All the lintel jugs like simpletons thinking these pigs is

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

The money trees, triple beam, the dreams of jugs,

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

True thugs, guzzle mugs, jugs, mean mugs, no hugs,

But most times darling the sequel sucks