This is a song about "Breast"

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

Tryin' do right by you got me here

Hand on her breast, i cop a feel

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

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

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

Our children must be taught, of africa

The rest is in my mouth, including your girls breast

And we gotta win, she wanna be my friend

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

While it's beating my hand goes into your breast

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

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

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

They infiltrate our homes, africa