This is a song about "Calm your tits johnny"

Slice your bitch open, and pour icing over her tits and lick em off,

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

This rap suppose to be a kiss to your mom tits

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

Your self encouragement or effort but relax and keep calm

Do it while remaining still and calm

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

I got stacks all in my charm

Let it go keep them calm,

Stay calm as i walk away while i leave your flesh slit

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

There's anger in the calm. there's anger in the calm.

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

Those tits im gonna squeeze

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze