This is a song about "Cleavage"

Incisions long as a 36e cleavage while there yells are quieter then secrets,

She said that we could switch it up and you can sit where mama sits/

Now i'm trapped in a gap like a bitches cleavage,

Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch

I’m just saying they’re mad cause i don’t make much

When im at front im looking at her cleavage,

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

And she's the type to booby trap my penis with her cleavage

Believe it, i had my dick sleep between her cleavage,

Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is havin' guts for lunch