This is a song about "Boob jugs"

But most times darling the sequel sucks

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

This ain't mine, it's ricky, but shhh don't tell my bitches

All the lintel jugs like simpletons thinking these pigs is

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

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer

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