This is a song about "Carissa s boobs"

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

A sister with big boobs and tight ass and a brother who go in 4th class

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

It´s the battle of life

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

If only i could go back into the 80’s

A far reach from them rap dudes

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

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

First i have potential, now i got them answers

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

And if yo blood wasn't runnin through my veins i would prolly cut yall off ... too ! yep