This is a song about "Boob jugs"

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

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

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

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

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes