This is a song about "Cheyyenes tits"

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

Until your tits fall off into your lap

Look at ur tits duck are they fake duck

It's not making sense to you right now but

From the jungle, fam, where niggas bundle grams

So calm ya tits sit back and relax

Her tits are fucking small

The board ceo, i'm glad you all

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

The track list is impacting kids to smack a bitch and grab her tits

Suffer is your worth you're ducking sperm tits jiggling

You know that love is a very serious thing

For imitatin the off switch like i'm on top of my own

Yo mamas so black her tits are filled with grape flavored silicone

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

I got pics of this bitch with her little tits