This is a song about "Bouncing boobs"

And my weed man should just sell flutes

I was like damn girl nice boobs,

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

Cause everytime yall come around

Now am bouncing out surround sound

Shut the fuck up cuz ive felt pain days cloudy with rain bouncing

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Mariah tunes and five flutes

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

Looka the way his head is bouncing i think he's choking

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

And do it, for security, we gon’ make a pit a flow

Scrap back to the block cause it be bouncing like a pogo

Never hit the mall and forever get it all

We got a little crazy we was bouncing off the wall