This is a song about "Breast"

Our children must be taught, of africa

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

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

While it's beating my hand goes into your breast

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock

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

The rest is in my mouth, including your girls breast

Ain't have to see-saw, i'm already scared

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

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

A legend have to bow, africa

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

Hand on her breast, i cop a feel

I just had to ask, tell me if it's real

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

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city