This is a song about "Calm your tits johnny"

This rap suppose to be a kiss to your mom tits

The best in my position, i’m passionate with lyrics

Haters must be starving nowadays i make california vietnam

(whisper) there's anger in the calm. there's anger in the calm.

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

No wonder im excited and not calm

The youngest of my mother kids

Forget your balls, and grow a pair of tits

And never let up, look how i just crept up without applause

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

Look, i tried to call it quits

Songs all about bitches tits.

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Imma fix your tits to the tip of this hook i've been mentionin'

Do it while remaining still and calm

And i'mma show you how the south was won