This is a song about "Breast"

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

While it's beating my hand goes into your breast

Is written in our souls, africa

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

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

Niggas can't see mei dedicate this to you punk motherfuckers!this one's for you, big baby

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

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

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

I got to make sure that i can play here

Hand on her breast, i cop a feel

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

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

They claim it as their own, africa

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