This is a song about "Boob jugs"

Everybody and their momma gon' chant this

All the lintel jugs like simpletons thinking these pigs is

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

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

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

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

You’ll never be me partner so it don’t fucking matter

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