This is a song about "Boob jugs"

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with 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,

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

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

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for