This is a song about "Breast expansion"

While it's beating my hand goes into your breast

That happen to act like a black president

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

To my career expansion/ i wanna be livin'/ in high life/ with a guiness/ new record has been taken/

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

Used to call me the african don dada

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

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

The rest is in my mouth, including your girls breast

Digital ten, shit get critical friend

Our history that they stole, africa

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

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

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

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