This is a song about "Breast"

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

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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

The day before is better than the present

While it's beating my hand goes into your breast

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

They claim it as their own, africa

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

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

I don't gotta be here

Hand on her breast, i cop a feel

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

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

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

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