This is a song about "Boob jugs"

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

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

All the lintel jugs like simpletons thinking these pigs is

I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with

Amen, they say you only live once

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

Not even on the distance factor chicks who pick the rapper

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