This is a song about "Breast"

While it's beating my hand goes into your breast

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

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

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

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test

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

A legend have to bow, africa

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

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

The rest is in my mouth, including your girls breast

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

Hand on her breast, i cop a feel

A born starter, in the game for real

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

To liberate yourselves, africa