This is a song about "Breast hearting"

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

A legend have to bow, africa

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

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

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

To liberate yourself, africa

Cee said, oaknair finna be here

Hand on her breast, i cop a feel

While it's beating my hand goes into your breast

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

The rest is in my mouth, including your girls breast

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

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

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop