This is a song about "Cars n tits"

So fuck em' all

Her tits are fucking small

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

We can make more, make babies

Those tits im gonna squeeze

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

It's not rape if she liked it / she got excited when i slapped her nice tits

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

So calm ya tits sit back and relax

Hoes love me because of my cars

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props