This is a song about "Breast"

I do my best, puff out my chest, just like the girls with no breast,

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

While it's beating my hand goes into your breast

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Yellow diamonds in my ear

Hand on her breast, i cop a feel

We share, don't wanna, cool i break, your breast, thighs, legs,

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

How you gonna breast feed me mom? (wah!)

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

So the stress aches,all across my breast plate,but im in the best place you could want to be

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Lashes on my chest, claw marks on my breast, my brain's set to rot.

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

How you gonna breast feed me mom? (wah!)

Beautiful are thou, africa