This is a song about "Bouncing tits"

"thud" there goes your head, bouncing around like a

I nevermind a mind beyond vagina

You can all get hit and we ain't lenient to women

You won't see tims and huns bouncing to one rhythm

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

The ones that have the big tits

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

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

Wolf gang, kill em' all

Her tits are fucking small

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

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

The thoughts of killing you in different ways are bouncing,

Chopper bouncing like a bunny jumping with a sugar rush

I done seen embalming fluid ruin a nigga promise