This is a song about "Boob jugs"

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

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

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

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

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

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

All the lintel jugs like simpletons thinking these pigs is

Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches