This is a song about "Boobs and buts"

The plight of a rapper or whatever

And don't ever (and don't ever)

I know mario's on the hook, but i was playing duck hunt

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

No ifs, ands or buts, don't try to ask him why or how can he

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

Social conditioning and

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Oh you're a guy oops!still like your man boobs this is a rap with no hooks its like/

Make you holla out my name when a thug nigga ride, can i come inside

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