This is a song about "Boobs and ass"

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

Everybody only focuses on ass and rack

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

A sister with big boobs and tight ass and a brother who go in 4th class

A far reach from them rap dudes

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

I'm going hard for the days i was piss poor

Black ass nigga my shit and stool

Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage

My dick romaine lettuce and yours some stank ass cabbage

And i want you next, gonna rape you ass

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive

And welcome to his fuckin crazy ass life,

Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas

I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass