This is a song about "Breast"

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

The rest is in my mouth, including your girls breast

I never ever can see no when i be in her slot

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

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

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

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

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

Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best

While it's beating my hand goes into your breast

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear

Hand on her breast, i cop a feel

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

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

The science and the art, africa

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