This is a song about "Cleavage"

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

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

Lying to yourself, all over an image

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

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

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

We skip right to fucking, they call you to do lunch

When im at front im looking at her cleavage,

When i was little i used to get so hungry i would throw fits

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