This is a song about "Chicks and tits"

She likes the way it hits her lips

You old kicks won't find new chicks.

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

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

Compton burn swishers and watchem get lower than the tits on my old lady

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

My mom screamed at me so i sliced off her tits and said "listen bitch quit havin fits"

Baby got that super bass

Big tits and a big ass

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

I miss ya like a bitch with big tits and her brassiere, b

Forget your balls, and grow a pair of tits

Hold it..now thank you for silence