This is a song about "Carissa s boobs"

That's g shit, i be bumping fiend shit

The outline which you n****s out dated

That barrel longer than a word with 10 letters

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Trying hard to speak and

Still got my nike boots

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

You, you, you have to pay for that

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

If only i could go back into the 80’s

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

S queezys very bold

Where i from, it get cold

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,