This is a song about "Breasticles"

Acting fearless just to get some votes doesn't serve a purpose,

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

You've heard it as a myth, but this is a hype for curses

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

And rhyme like carlcee. i tell about my service like its my own fuckin policy.

Autonomy cosmetology, follow me, you're mahogany, colony,