This is a song about "Diana tits"

Forget your balls, and grow a pair of tits

That's the capital of ghana for you idiots

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

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

Got pissed off and ripped pamela lee's tits off

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

For light skin hunnies with tits that make her hug funny,

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Gawking and stalking this blonde chick with nice tits/

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

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

So calm ya tits sit back and relax